#{{ trunks got a second confession instead ;w;

[acoldsovereign]

"Be honest, this new life that you've made with both me and Ren..while you might not have chased it on your own you're incredibly happy that you're not just a wife but a mother too. Under that thick layer of anger and hatred you want something more than just a family but a community."

SUBJECT MATTER: HONESTY HOUR! // sender: @scarlxtleaves // status--always open!

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The accusations came out of left-field, and thus, caught her flat-footed. Her mouth opened and closed. She didn't have the courage to look at him, at the man she once was annoyed by; the man she once wanted to put six feet under for the simple fact that he came after her.

For the crimes an already-deceased future version of her committed.

"--I don't know if the answers you seek truly lie with me, husband." She began grimly. With a frown, she directed her gaze at the ground, at her bare feet. She, rather cutely, wiggled her toes. She was dressed in an oversized T-shirt and just that. Things she would've never worn before if she hadn't gotten so comfortable with him. In the beginning, middle and even now--in this part of their relationship--she was moreso into the finer things in life. Luxury, opulence, flexing wealth. She was STILL that woman, but somewhere along the line, something changed. Somehow, she changed.

It felt like a second death to her.

She exhaled through her nostrils and rubbed at her biceps with her thumbs. They moved in small, self-soothing circles. The self-assured, confident, sadistic and egotistical woman he knew was nowhere to be seen. Instead, this quiet, introspective thinker was left. This meaningful woman, this rare creature who never saw the light of day except in fragmented flashes when the death anniversary for Planet Vegeta--or her birthday--came around. "When I first saw you, I thought nothing of it. You were nothing more than a gnat to me, probably less. However, you kept showing up wherever I was, determined to destroy me as if I've done something personal to you. My annoyance and irritation gave way to curiosity."

Her frown deepened into a scowl, and she hid her face within her hands suddenly, as if ashamed of herself. "You . . . became familiar to me the same way my nightmares did. Each time we clashed, I was pulled into the mystery of who you were. This magnetism--or whatever you'd like to call it--was so great, I found myself consumed by you. I needed to know more about you. About the world you came from. The reasons for which you fight. In time, I neglected myself and my needs. The needs of my slaves and my empire just to see where you would show up next. I killed many life forms on Earth, took hostages and destroyed various infrastructures solely to get your attention.

"Sometimes you'd come running and other times, you did not. When you didn't, I was left with an empty hole in my chest. In my stomach. It was similar to the feeling I had when I awoke from my coma on Planet Kokytus. When I realized that I might've been the only Saiyan left in existence. It was a terrible, hideous feeling and I loathed every second of it!" Her legs took her from the door of their bedroom to their shared bed where she isolated herself from him further. She sat on the edge of it. A leg was parallel to the ground, the other foot on the bed, knee in front of her chest. She embraced the joint with both arms and then put her head down atop of it.

"--I hated you. I wanted to continue hating you, but you made that impossible. Your tenacity awakened an old memory of mine. The mentor I told you about . . .?" She closed her tired, exhausted eyes, not sure what to expect following this confession. Insults? Anger? Derision? Him laughing . . .? Of course she knew at this point Trunks wouldn't do any of that. But the cruel thoughts still existed. Her face disappeared behind her hands again. "A child I was, but I was taken with him in the same manner I was with you. I was--" she wanted to say 'immature', but couldn't get it out. Perhaps her pride was in the way? "It couldn't be," she said instead. "It could never be. I didn't try anymore. Not that I . . . made my feelings public or that he would've reciprocated anyhow," she whispered the last part.

Her jaws were clenched tightly and she laid her head on her knee again. Maiz grunted and made a fist out of her hands and beat it against the side of her thigh. She didn't want to talk about this subject anymore. Her energy was gone, her shoulders slumped and her chest was tight. "I wouldn't have done this, no," she finally agreed after a while. If one paid attention, they might have heard the beginning of sniffling. "I wouldn't sleep with anyone who wasn't a Saiyan. Or if they didn't get my attention otherwise." She never thought about what she was into nor did she care before Trunks. She didn't even allow herself to have daydreams or fantasies after the Genocide took place. As a result, she didn't know what she liked. What turned her off. It was why her first couple of times with the time-traveler were always so awkward; why Maiz would be so stiff afterwards. Rigid. Emotionally unavailable.

"Had you not come along, I would not have any parenting skills. Nor would I have had cared to develop them." She explained that she planned to create a new generation of Saiyans at some point using her own blood samples. Her plan wasn't to become a mother, but to leave behind an heir to inherit her kingdom and maintain it after her death. It was supposed to be a last resort if she truly found herself alone in the universe with no suitable male to procreate with. If she found no Saiyan survivors. Everything was selfish; all of her points were and she knew it--but the ability to voice this to another was painful to her--so painful that she had to stop in intervals to hug herself. She couldn't describe why it was, but being open to him in this manner hurt.

Was this a third death . . .?

[i-want-men-i-cant-have]

Yan!Slasher headcanons

[part.2]

Yan!Slasher who’s your high school’s resident book nerd 

Yan!Slasher who sees you in the library and doesn't think he’s able to breathe

Yan!Slasher who thinks he's about to have a heart attack when he realizes you're in the same math class. How has he never seen you before? He didn't think his vision was this bad.

Yan!Slasher who starts accidentally overhearing your conversations with your classmates.

Yan!Slasher who once heard that you like athletic guys, decides he needs a complete makeover.

Yan!Slasher who begins working out and makes sure that by the time junior year rolls around, nobody from freshman year recognizes him.

Yan!Slasher who has completely changed with a more toned body, a taller and broader frame, and even a new haircut by that one celebrity you mentioned was hot. Don’t you love him he’s so thoughtful remembering what you said in the fourth month and second week of high school sophomore year in math second period?

Yan!Slasher who never gets flustered when a girl confesses to him, but whenever you pass by, his knees go weak. You just walked by him! It's the third time this week! You must really want him, and it's definitely not because he stalked you and found your schedule to see you every chance he got!

Yan!Slasher who nearly fainted when you showed up to one of his games. You're here? That's great! Now you can witness how amazing and handsome he's become, all for you.

Yan!Slasher who builds up enough courage to try and talk to you after his game, even though he's covered in sweat. But is he stinky? Do his armpits smell? He needs to make sure he doesn't smell like an ogre's morning breath and like a fairy's farts!

Yan!Slasher who almost considers asking you to a school dance but backs out when his friend suggests another girl. She might be curvy, but she's not you. Nobody is you.

Yan!Slasher who could only watch you dance, while his date mindlessly grinded on his thigh from the dance floor.

Yan!Slasher who accidentally ran into the girls' bathroom, preoccupied with the thought that he was about to die after his date got period blood all over his uncle's suit.

Yan!Slasher who almost screamed when he saw you washing your hands in the men's bathroom but instead stood stiffly.

Yan!Slasher who started to apologize when you corrected him for being in the bathroom. He swears he's not a pervert; he was in a rush to get here on time and only has one contact in!

Yan!Slasher who let out a forced laugh and a 'thank you' when you apologized for not being able to help get the blood out of his pants after crouching down for him.

Yan!Slasher who just now noticed the little details on your face and how the buzzing bathroom illuminated your features. How are you so beautiful? Why do you always make him feel like his heart is about to pop out of his chest when he's this close to you?

Yan!Slasher who decides to take his date for some fast food after the dance. He might as well thank her for being the reason he got to be that close to you.

Yan!Slasher snaps when his date asks why they're at the local Whataburger and not a fancy restaurant.

Yan!Slasher who asks his date if she can get the pack of condoms out from the trunk while he grabs the shotgun from the glove department.

Yan!Slasher who slams the Maserati Biturbos trunk on her body letting her stumble onto the ground so he could have a clean shot of her head.

Yan!Slasher who almost felt bad when he got a clean shot in between her eyebrows. Sure she was his first-ever date but she also got in the way of you and him and his future family of seven kids so of course she needed to die! 

Yan!Slasher who you don't need to worry about. he’s nice enough to bury her in a random ditch somewhere, with a Whataburger burger and Coke. How could you not love how fatherly and caring he is?

Yan!Slasher who overhears the colleges you applied to in senior year. Really? Those? They're so easy to get into. You could do much better than that, honestly.

Yan!Slasher who is convinced that your friends are holding you back. Do you really need them? They're taking time away from your studies. Without them, you could have been accepted into every Ivy League by now.

Yan!Slasher who decides to let your friends live for your sake. He's seen how emotional you can be, and he's worried that you might spiral and let your grades drop. After all, how can you both attend the same college if you're not able to get into one?

Yan!Slasher who of course, applies to those schools. Does he really need to attend Harvard Law? Nope, you silly billy! As long as he's providing for you, he'll go anywhere!

Yan!Slasher who sees you at prom with one of your best friends. Her? You've been making the worst decisions recently. Why go with her when he's right here? He's 6'3 for crying out loud. He's worked so hard just for you to go with your best friend to prom.

Yan!Slasher who needs to remind himself that you're just being manipulated. Your whole friend group is manipulating you. As if you wanted to go to prom with them when you're just so shy and have been madly in love with him this whole time! He's seen the way you glance his way; of course, you love him and are not looking at the board!

Yan!Slasher who makes sure that once the rigged prom queen ballots are counted, you and he would be king and queen together. What? You didn't put your name on the ballot? Are you just tired, of course you did.

Yan!Slasher who finally is able to truly smile for the first time as he wraps his hand around your waist and brings you closer to his body. They take a photo of you and him in your crowns, sashes, and a bouquet of roses that perfectly complement your dress and his suit, with a matching corsage that he totally didn't set up. Why would he ever do that? That's ridiculous!

Yan!Slasher who almost faints when you both get accepted into some random school he's never heard of. Yay, you'll be together forever! He can join a frat, and you can join a sorority. As you turn a corner at a party, he'll be there to catch you, and you'll recognize him as the handsome man you won prom queen with. A high school romance, how perfect!

Yan!Slasher who makes sure he gets at least one core class with you at his new school.

Yan!Slasher who stares at you in the only class you share. Why are you struggling so much? It's so easy for him! You should totally come up to him and ask for help. I mean, yeah, he’s a jock, but he also studies hard to be at the top of his class. He’s just amazing like that!

Yan!Slasher who cries and hugs his favorite plushie with a duct-taped photo of your face on it after seeing you talk to the professor after a class you had trouble with. Why would you ask that balding man instead of the hot boy you know from high school? 

Yan!Slasher who gets frustrated when he approaches the professor after you've left, but the professor says he doesn't have enough time. Does the professor have a crush on you or something?

Yan!Slasher who makes sure that he follows the professor home and slashes tires so he’s busy getting his expensive car towed while he’s memorizing the layout of his house.

Yan!Slasher who shows up to his house the next night and takes a knife from his kitchen so you can only smell whatever’s in the trash can.

Yan!Slasher who almost spills everything when you ask if he remembers you and if he wants to help you. Aw, you can’t ask for him to pay you because of student debt and loans? Don’t worry; why would he want your money when you’ll share a bank account once you both graduate, with him being valedictorian?

Yan!Slasher who creates a whole schedule for you because you’re so stressed and need to find time for his help. You really do care about him if you still ask for help when you have no time for it!

Yan!Slasher who now sits with you in that one class you share, leaning down to whisper answers or explanations in your ear. He even makes sure to freshen up, so you know he's not just another typical jock like the rest of his teammates.

Yan!Slasher who tries to build up the courage to subtly make physical contact, perhaps gently nudging your foot under the table or offering to lend a hand when you need to erase something. He wants to make this as romantic and casual as possible!

Yan!Slasher who after a month, sputters and blushes when one of his teammates asks if you're dating out of the blue. What-? No-? He’s just a kind friend helping with your homework? Please, go on about how you look at him! What? Who said that? Not him.

Yan!Slasher who has a frat bro who decides they need a party, and you need to be one of the first to be invited. Everyone just can’t bear how lovesick he is, always talking about you and how you glance at him in class with those pretty eyes of yours.

Yan!Slasher who sees you at the party and almost passes out. Why are you here? Is that a drink in your hand? What if someone poisoned you? You really need to be more cautious around strangers!

Yan!Slasher who makes sure to drop something into your drink when bumping into you. 

Yan!Slasher who talks to you, leaning against a wall, making sure to properly show off all the muscles he's worked so hard for.

Yan!Slasher who catches you when you start to feel dizzy and picks you up in his arms, taking you to his room.

Yan!Slasher who throws the plushies and photos he has of you in his room into a box filled with half-chewed pencils and blurry photos of you walking to class.

Yan!Slasher who untucks his bed and places you on it before tucking you back in and gently brushing away anything on your face. Are you already asleep? You must really trust him!

Yan!Slasher who decides it’s okay to maybe take off a few of your clothes and take photos of you. He’s so smart crawling into bed with you and taking photos! Couple goals~ <3 !!

“Sh, sh, don’t scream. You fell asleep on a couch and I didn’t want anyone to puke on you. Let me take care of you, ok?”

[prettyboykatsuki]

please PLEASE write more abt bully bkg!!! what happened next?? what did kiri do omg

tw ;; mild toxicity, bully!bkg, kirishima being a shit, fem!reader 18+, spanking, oral (f!recieving), bkg accidentally worships your pussy instead of punishing you :/, unprotected sex, praise kink 

PT. 1

a/n ;; have i mentioned he makes me absolutely out of my mind yet? have i said that?!??#?$# 

i think we’ve established about the two of them enough by now so here’s how i picture it. 

like i said before - bkg is a campus athlete, popular and well-rounded and all around has that like image to him and so when he essentially confesses to you after fucking you stupid in the library, that’s basically him making you his girlfriend. you don’t know that for a long time but we’ll get there later. 

anwyays.. right after he fucks you nice n full of his cum, he slides your panties and shorts right back on and snickers as he watches you struggle to get to your feet before eventually helping you. he keeps your bra as a punishment and makes you keep his hoodie, almost biting you when you try and take kirishimas to return it to him. he’ll do it himself, don’t test him. 

when you’re all dressed - he makes you pack up and ends up walking you to your dorm room in the middle of the night (which you beg him to not do) but he’ll be fucking damned if anything bad happens to you. it’s his version of affectionate but you don’t know that yet so you’re mostly awkwardly trying to dodge him on the way back BUT he’s still bkg so when he notices that he yanks you. 

he makes you hold his arm and licks your cheek cause he’s such a fucking dick. hits you with a “get used to it, princess” with the most condescending tone. but he’s being so serious. you just think he’s teasing you but he’s not.. he means it. get used to him, basically because now he’s a constant presence in your life. 

he drops you off in front of your dorm and you’re about to wave him off but before you can go he grabs your waist and basically dips you for a kiss. and it’s so good - fuck, you wish you could say you hated it. but bakugou is experienced as much as he’s mean so he kisses you like his life depends on it, his fingers digging into your sides and his tongue in your mouth. you almost forget your in public until he pulls you back up 

he gives you a little breathless grin, patting your cheek with his hand and telling you “get cleaned up, dumbass” which is his way of telling you to get home safe. 

and you do get to your empty dorm. you take a shower and just kinda reflect on the actualy fuck transpired cause you were pretty positive he wanted you in a casket but?!?!?! you fucked him and he kissed you? so ???? 

youre in the middle of your exams and you’re honestly tired since you got fucked within in an inch of your life so you shower and just.. go to sleep. in his hoodie cause it smells good and it’s big and comfy and you’re like... thinking about it really hard but it just makes your headache. 

you conclude after a lot of tossing and turning that he’s probably still just trying to fuck around with you and maybe thinks you’re an easy lay.  you can’t say you aren’t since you were willing and ready for him (the thought of how easily you gave in has you flustered) 

you sleep, eventually. and you wake up the next morning not really expecting much. you don’t have bkgs number or anything so you just.. continue with your day as is. unlucky for you - you have classes with bakugou and kirishima 

but you don’t think it’ll be all that different. still so non-chalant. and you go to class that day dressed normally - with bakugous hoodie in hand. 

you sit in your regular seat that day and this is your first mistake. 

kirishima is in class before bakugou is. and he is.. as always, a little shit. so he pulls up right beside you because even though bkg is pissed at kiri - they are besties so he tells him everything. kirishima wont tease you abt it and u still think kirishima is quite nice and handsome so you’re pleased to greet him. 

ah.. another mistake on your behalf. this action WILL have consequences. 

kirishima gets so cozy with you btw. he loves that you’re so comfy w him - strokes his ego so good. and he chats you up for a better part of the hour before your morning class. 

he makes jokes and smiles and laughs and thinks about how easy it would be snatch you from bakugou and keep you to himself. he’s not good enough of a person to leave you alone. 

aaah kirishima is a sweetheart and he treats you well. so when you feel his hand on your thigh underneath the table - rubbing little circles into your knee, you don’t even notice. and when he gets super close to you to hear you talk - telling you your voice is too soft even tho a class is empty, you let him. 

and when you point out that ppl keep staring and whispering you, he tells you to ignore them and you do. you ignore the whispers and even the click of camera. 

it’s only when you hear bakugou that you get a strange feeling in your gut. he stomps into the classroom - vicious. his schedule is so busy he normally doesn’t get to lounge around before class making sure to keep everything tight 

but he got..  many messages about how you and kirishima were seating today. mostly from kami who likes to cause problems - he decided he should get there a lil early 

well.. lo and behold he does - and he finds you and kirishima looking incredibly cozy with each other. and kirishima being.. kirishima - is the first to see him and he shoots his beloved friend the most smug fuckin smile. 

bkg is pissed, naturally and stomps his way over to the two of you. he’s doing the thing again where he’s icy mad. he doesn’t even bother w kirishima and there’s a whole crowd around the three of you. 

“get your shit,” he demands, clearly seething. you give him a wild look, noticing the now obvious tension before being completely confused.  you’re about to protest w him but he sends you a spine-chillingly glare. 

your whole class watches as he yanks you by the wrist out of the classroom as kirishima sits back and gives u a little wave. ur lost. obviously. and once you leave the classroom ur like “where are we going?” 

the answer is to bakugous very nice car - a custom c3 corvette. he opens the door and stares you, grabbing your bags and taking them to the trunk. but u stand ur ground, cross your arms over your chest like 

“what are we doing out here?” 

bkg doesn’t hesitate in pushing you up against his car, his hands on your waist and his teeth nipping at your neck - sore from old bruises. and you gasp when you feel his fingers dig into your hips, all tongue and teeth. 

“the fuck did i say about you cozyin’ up t’ that shitty haired bastard yesterday,” 

this makes you swallow because bakugous mouth is travelling further and further and his hands are getting more bold. and you shiver, something hot and heavy in your core cause fuck he’s so possesive over you. it makes you dizzy, something sticky and warm in you. 

“i.. i d-didn’t think you were being s..serious yesteryday” 

he growls a little against your throat. 

“guess i’ll have to teach you another lesson. im gonna get in the car and then you are. easy enough, nerd?” 

you can’t do anything but nod and watch him open the car doors. when he gets in you follow and within the blink of an he manuevers you till your over his lap. you let out a loud yelp as his strong hands come down on your ass. still clothed. 

you let out a soft yelp - a noise of surprise at the sudden sensation and you feel bkg bend down to speak in your ear. 

“wanna act like a fuckin’ brat and flirt with your boyfriends friends? fine. i’ll fuck that shitty ass attitude right out of you,” 

the firs thing you think is “boyfriend?!” but your voice gets muffled when you feel bakugou pull down your bottoms along with your panties. his hands are so strong and so big - long thick fingers covered in callouses from playing so many games. you can’t help but squirm under his touch, a growing wetness making your stomach clench. 

he’s so so mean about it yk? a big strong hand smacking against your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. he chuckles when you whine, when your body shivers - bare cunt expose to him and nothing else. a wave of humilation floods through you. 

“‘s not my fault you’re like this y’know? all you gotta do is follow instructions - i know you now how to fucking do that, right? always bein’ so prissy,” ― bakugou tsks, smacking your ass hard before spreading your cheeks out. he admires the way your cunt trembles with mean laugh ― “but you wanna go flirt with shitty hair that much, huh?” 

you’re gonna protest and tell him it’s not even like that.. which makes you question why’re so eager to go with his demands. but the words get lost as the sound of spanks slowly drift and it’s just bakugou admiring your ass. he didn’t really get a good chance too when he was fucking you yesterday but now he’s got eagles on you n your pretty little cunt. 

“never gonna let anyone touch your pretty little pussy but fuckin’ me,” ― and he groans, sliding his fingers through your folds ― “fuck.. fuck” 

you’re not expecting much but within another few seconds you’ve got your cheek pressed to the glass window, ass up and body folded with your cunt directly in bkgs face. you’re not rlly sure why this was happening because you were sure you were getting punished. and maybe the humilation of having your face pressed to glass is enough 

but it doesn’t negate the fact bkg is tongue deep in your cunt. both hands massaging your ass - spreading your lips apart so he can get into fucking deeper. sliding his tongue against your folds and slurping on your clit until you’re jolting with pleasure like you’ve never known before in your life. you’re moaning so loud the whole campus could probably fucking hear but bkg doesn’t care and doesn’t stop 

and your thighs give out, he goes from eat it from the back to getting underneath you and has you sitting on his face. you just keep cumming and bakugou is rock fucking hard - but he doesn’t even bother jerking himself off. he spends all of his time n effort worshipping your sweet cunt  

you cum on his face so many times you’re completely limp by the time he sticks his dick in you. but it feels so good when he does that too - oversenstive walls stretched out his big cock, a hand on your sides as he shifts you into missionary. 

he doesn’t even intend to make you cum again but the position has him so deep in your cervix that you do and he’s so close. and when bkgs close, he’s fucking obscene. 

but it’s not all that vulgar like you’re expecting and that makes you fucking whine. hearing bakugou praise you and your pussy does something terrible to your brain and in your fucked out haze - arms around his shoulders, you’re fucking whimpering. 

and bkgs just in your ear like 

“such a sweet fuckin’ girl for me, taking my dick so damn good, haah fuck. all mind. know how to behave when i fuck you like this don’t you? be a good girl and take it all.. there you go, just like that,” 

when he cums inside of you he stays there for a while and stares at your completely gone expression. it’s unusually soft and you wont see it often but he grabs your face and kisses you hard 

“you’re my girlfriend now you fuckin’ dweeb so start fuckin’ acting like it yeah?” 

you whine and nod, unable to refuse even if u want too 

“yeah..yeah” 

[shslrose]

Beach Nights - Gundham Tanaka x Reader

Read Part One (fluff) here.                           [ warning: smut / nsfw ]

“Shall we head to the beach now?” Sonia asked, but her royal demeanor made it seem more authoritative. 

Her words barely registered in Gundham’s mind; his gaze was fixed on your body and he found it difficult to focus on anything else. As the group made their way out of the diner and towards the beach, he managed to follow along, despite the way your appearance dominated all of his thoughts. 

Having noticed Gundham’s lingering stare, Fuyuhiko struck up a conversation with him. 

“So, you and Y/N, huh?” Fuyuhiko’s tone was casual and aloof, as though he didn’t care at all.

“What a foolish line,” Gundham replied in his typical grand tone. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Tch, don’t fuck around,” Fuyuhiko replied with a smirk. “I mean, when are you gonna stop being a pussy and ask her out?”

“You fiend! I..I have no such intentions…! An Overlord such as myself, feeling desire? What a pitiful idea!” Gundham tried to keep his cool, but Fuyuhiko saw right through him.

“Heh, do what you want then. But don’t get it twisted, I’m just trying to help you out here.”

“...Help…?”

“Well, I just think you should spend time with her. Don’t be a fucking dumbass and waste your chance.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” Gundham muttered, thinking it over. A small smile graced the Ultimate Yakuza’s lips, feeling satisfied in having successfully encouraged Gundham. 

It wasn’t long before everyone arrived at the beach. Kazuichi was fawning over Sonia while Ibuki and Mikan were splashing each other in the water. Gundham was sitting alone by the water, building a small sandcastle with his Dark Devas.

Rather, he was trying to build a sandcastle, but he found himself frequently distracted by the sight of you swimming just a few feet away from him. 

“Hey, Gundham!” You called out to him, before gesturing for him to join you.

Were you...asking him to swim with you…?

He felt himself growing slightly excited at the idea, and with Fuyuhiko’s earlier advice in mind, he decided to accept your invitation. 

You smiled at him as he entered the water. “Gundham! Isn’t the water so nice? This is so much fun!”

“Fun? To a human like yourself, perhaps. However, this level of entertainment is nothing compared to my hellish adventures!”

Just as you said, spending time in the water with Gundham was very fun. This was the most fun you’d had since this killing school trip began. You relished in the warmth of the sun against your skin as you played in the water. You tried to keep yourself from staring at his toned body, but it was impossible. Luckily for you, he seemed oblivious to your lingering eyes.

All was peaceful in the water, until you splashed Gundham.

“..!” A surprised expression appeared on his face as he realised what you did. You gave him an innocent look, but he knew better.

“Oops!” You laughed, with a sly grin on your face. 

“Fuhahaha!” He laughed uproariously in return. “Do you wish to challenge me? How intriguing...I must warn you, if I show you my serious side, this whole world may be destroyed!”

And so, a playful fight broke out between the two of you. You giggled endlessly as he splashed you. Feigning defeat, you pouted and moved as though you were going to swim away. Without warning, Gundham lightly grabbed your arm, keeping you where you were.

Rather than struggle to break free from his grasp, you simply grinned and then ducked down, submerging yourself completely in the water. A moment passed, and you felt yourself being released. With a smile on your face, you emerged from the water, popping back up in front of him. For some reason, you felt a slight chill across your body, and it was then that you noticed a look of surprise on Gundham’s face.

“...!”

“...!”

You realized instantly that the top of your bikini had come loose, leaving your breasts completely exposed to him.

“..Ah..!” You gasped, immediately moving your hands to cover yourself, but the damage had already been done; you knew Gundham had seen you topless. He could feel his face heating up, and he knew he was blushing hard. And speaking of hard, he was trying to ignore the feeling of his swim trunks growing tighter, but after seeing what he was, that was an impossible task. The sight of your nude breasts was enough to make him semi-hard, he couldn’t help but replay that image of your soaking wet body glistening in the sun again and again in his mind.

After a second passed, he tried again to get his mind out of the gutter and focus on the present situation. He could see your bikini top floating in the water, so he moved to retrieve it for you, but before he could, you stopped him.

“W-wait…!” You squeaked, a look of concern on your face. “D-don’t move…!”

“Huh-”

Before he had time to process your words, you swam towards him, closing the distance between the two of you. You wrapped your arms around him as though you were hugging him, and your unclothed breasts were pressed against his toned chest.

“...! Y-Y/N! What are you..?!”

“D-Don’t move…! If you move, someone might see…!” You told him, as you remained pressed firmly against him.

One part of him understood what you meant. He was floating in the water in front of you, and if he were to move, the others at the beach would be able to see that you were just barely covering your breasts with your hands. The idea of Kazuichi or Fuyuhiko seeing even part of what he just saw filled him with jealousy.

The other part of him understood nothing other than the feeling of your soft, warm body pressed against him. The feeling was heavenly, and it nearly sent him over the edge. He was certain it wasn’t possible for his face to grow even warmer, but somehow it did. Not to mention that he was now completely hard, which he was certain you would quickly notice. Unfortunately, the thought of his erection pressing against your soft, wet, warm thighs only turned him on more…

“Ah...but...Y/N…” He mumbled, trying to articulate a reason as to why he needed to pull away from the embrace without mentioning his rock hard erection.

“Please…!” You begged, which only pushed him further into the depths of his fantasy. He imagined himself inside you, thrusting into you roughly again and again as you begged for more…No! Snap out of it!

“Very well,” he mumbled again, trying to think of anything other than the feeling of your body pressed against his. He thought of the most boring and mundane things, such as drying paint, in an effort to ignore his burning desire.

A few moments passed, and when the water carried your top closer to you, you quickly grabbed it and dressed yourself again.

The two of you said nothing as you both quickly left the water, both of your faces redder than tomatoes. 

Gundham knew he desperately needed to resolve the...problem… that he was dealing with, so he mumbled a goodbye before leaving, as he intended to head back to his cottage so he could take care of it, privately. He praised his luck for the fact that you didn’t notice it.  Fuyuhiko saw him walking off, so he jogged after him.

“So, I saw you talking with Y/N in the water earlier, how’d it go?”

“S-shut up.”

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Your mind replayed the memory of what had happened again and again. His toned body had been flush with yours, his erection practically grinding against you. You decided that you had to confront him about your feelings, and so you quickly left the beach and made your way to his room. 

“...Ngh...Y/N…!” 

Huh? Did he already know you were coming?

“Gundham…?” You called out, approaching the door.

“..Yes..! Ugh…Y/N..!”

You took a deep breath, trying to ready yourself. You had a plan in your mind, you would enter his room and confess. It was simple enough, but upon entering the room you knew your plan was completely wrecked.

Gundham was laid out on his bed, completely naked. His head was thrown back onto his pillow, his eyes were closed, and his face was tense with pleasure. His mouth was parted slightly as his grip tightened around his cock, stroking himself slowly. 

You watched as his fingers brushed against his swollen tip. He was desperately holding back his climax as he imagined you taking him in your mouth. His breathing was labored and his hips began to twitch; you could tell he was close.

“Ng... HUH?!” He gasped as he opened his eyes and saw you standing in the doorway. “Y/N?!”

“G-Gundam..! I-I’m so sorry, I-!” You couldn’t keep yourself from staring as he moved to cover his erection with his hand. You stood there, still wearing your bikini, watching the erotic scene play out before you, the realization that he had been calling out your name hit you like a pile of bricks. 

He sat up in the bed, about to mumble out some apology or excuse, but before he had the chance, you walked up to the bed, sat beside him, and placed a hand on his inner thigh.

“..?! Y/N? W-what are you-” You cut off his question when you leaned over and kissed him. In an instant, his embarrassment melted away. He gave up covering himself and instead used his hands to pull you closer to him. Lust overcame him when he felt you take his cock into your hand. You pulled away, gently breaking the kiss, as you began pumping him slowly.

“Ah...Y/N,” Gundham groaned, before he looked downcast shamefully. His hips trembled as he tried to resist the urge to buck up into your hand. “You don’t have to…”

“I want to.”

He made no more attempts to dissuade you, so you continued on without hesitation. His pupils widened as he watched you slowly stripped off your bikini, putting on a sultry show for him.

“Is this what you wanted? Hm? Is this what you were imagining…?” You teased him playfully, as you got down on your knees in front of him.

“...Yes,” he rasped, eagerly awaiting your next move. Without a word, you leaned forward and took the tip of his length into your mouth. He hissed in pleasure as he watched you blow him.

The feeling of your mouth wrapped around him was even better than he imagined, so he nearly lost it when he felt you hum.

“Hmmm,” you hummed as you bobbed up and down, causing a pleasurable vibration around his cock. His hand flew to your hair, gripping it tightly.

“...!” You tried to gasp in surprise, but he began thrusting harshly into your mouth as he used his grip on your hair to push you further down onto his cock.

“Just like that, kitten,” he moaned; his balls ached to be drained and he wanted nothing more than to fulfill that need. There was an urgency in his voice, and when you began to feel his cock twitching, you knew he was close. “Ngh..! Th-that’s..!”

Without warning, he came inside of your mouth. You could taste his cum on your tongue as he slowly pulled out. He watched with heavy, lidded eyes as you tried to swallow it all, but some of his seed spilled out from your lips and down onto your breasts.

“Y/N, that... was amazing,” he panted, still reeling from his release.

“Don’t say that like I’m done!” You giggled, pushing him onto the bed and crawling onto his lap.

The night was just getting started…

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Shy Smiles  (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Warnings: none Requested: Yes! Lovely anon said ‘could you pretty please write a fic with Newt where it's just like a lot of fluff and shy smiles and looking at each other with the reader with loving eyes, maybe staying up till late just reading and whispering shy words of love, and holding hands, holding each other’. Anon, I’m sorry it took me longer than expected I hope you got through the uni week okay! You GOT this! 

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader 

Summary: Super short and sweet fluff drabble. The reader has always been the confident and affectionate one in the friendship but once their official relationship is established the tables turn. A/N: Thank you to lovely anon for the request I hope you’re feeling better! I’m sorry I took a while to write it I had a not-so-nice endo ep this week which left me falling asleep literally every time I sat down to write. I’m emotional AF this week. Uni is hard! I hope you enjoy and please send me more requests x 

Words: 2,534

Newt looked down at you curiously where you where curled up next to him on the couch, leaning on him just slightly and looking incredibly uncomfortable perched so precariously next to him. You were trying to give him personal space while at the same time resting your head on his shoulder as he read to you, his arm slung lazily over your shoulder. In truth you hadn’t really been paying much attention to the story at all because you were so hyper aware of Newt’s body pressed against yours and trying not to come across as too clingy. And you may have also been slightly distracted by the colour of his eyes in the afternoon sun.

Newt flicked his eyes away from you with a shy smile when he noticed your staring, continuing to read the book he had balanced in his right hand, subtly sliding his other hand from around your shoulder and to your waist. He let out a grunt when you suddenly jerked in response to his touch, elbowing him in the ribs hard enough for him to be momentarily winded.

“Oh my god, Newt I’m so sorry! Oh god I’m sorry are you okay?!”, you gasped, flapping your arms around in a panic before your hands were suddenly cupping his cheeks and Newt leant into your touch , catching his breath again.

“Y/N, it’s okay”, he smiled, blushing lightly when you set your hands on his chest in an attempt to soothe the spot you’d struck him. He shivered slightly at the way your hands slid across his pecs and over his ribs in your flustered state “Y/N, I’m okay!” , he repeated, letting out a breathy laugh as he lay his hands over yours, gently gripping your wrists in his large calloused hands.

It had been nearly 2 weeks since the day Newt had suddenly confessed his love for you and you had kissed him in response and thus your official relationship had began and he was still over the moon.

In your years of friendship you had been the more tactile and comfortable out of the two of you. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence to to see you both hand in hand as you strolled around the castle. Or to find you perched upon Newt’s lap as you read a book aloud for the both of you or to find you sat with Newt’s head resting in your lap with your fingers tangled in his hair. And it definitely wasn’t unusual to see you both gazing at one another when you thought the other wasn’t looking. You’d both ignored everyone’s constant teasing over the years because it was blatantly clear to everyone else that you two were in love. Never ‘just friends’.

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It was towards the end of your second year at Hogwarts and you were stood in front of a very flustered looking Newt, waiting patiently for him to continue his story.

“W-we don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I just thought well-I thought you might like to see ”, Newt stuttered, his gaze darting around wildly as he started to fidget with his sleeves. He thought you might like to see the baby Pygmy Puff that he’d recently found but now he was stood in front of you he was worried he might scare off his one true friend.

You’d been incredibly accepting of his interest in magical creatures and you’d listened to many of his stories in rapt interest but he knew it was an entirely different thing to be faced with one of the creatures in the flesh.

You smiled gently at Newt, making sure you gave him the time to finish talking without interrupting him and when he finally finished rambling you took his hand in your own as if you’d done it a dozen times before. “I’d love to see your new Pygmy Puff, Newt.” you murmured gently, squeezing his hand.

Newt’s eyes widened, his gaze transfixed on your hand wrapped around his and he felt the all too familiar blush in his cheeks, eventually gazing back at you, a wide smile breaking across his own face. Your hand seemed to fit so perfectly in his own. So naturally.

He pulled you out of the common room and through the corridors, the smile never leaving his cheeks and he didn’t let go of your hand once that afternoon.

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Your 3rd year found you standing in front of Newt with your hand cocked on your hip as you raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re in my seat,” you said disapprovingly.

You’d been sat beside him in the Hufflepuff common room reading through your shared notes for Potions together in preparation for your exam the following day and Newt had obnoxiously taken your seat when you’d left to go to the bathroom.

Newt just smiled back at you smugly and shrugged “it’s my seat now. It’s quite comfortable. And much warmer here by the fire. I can’t believe I’ve settled for that seat all this time,” he teased, trying not to laugh when he saw the pinch of irritation appear on your face.

“Newt move!”, you huffed, folding your arms like a petulant child and glaring at him when he only laughed and gestured to his lean body “make me”.

And you glared at him challengingly for a moment more before you shrugged and smirked slowly “Fine! If you want to be like that I guess we can share,” you said before you sat yourself down sideways in his lap without warning, biting back your own laughter at the scandalised look on his face.

Newt threw his hands up in surprise, his cheeks growing hot as he stuttered in response “Y/N w-what are you doing?”,he breathed out as his heart thumped heavily in his chest.

You just smiled in response and stretched your legs out across the couch where he would usually be sat, slinging one arm around his shoulders for balance and picking your notes back up with your other, starting to read them exactly where you’d left off.

Newt found his arm coming to rest around your back on its own accord as he gazed up at you, his lips slightly parted and he knew then that he stood no chance in that exam the next day because the only thoughts in his head right now were all you.

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In your 6th year you were spending a weekend of your two week Spring break at the Scamander house as it had become tradition over the last couple of years.

The Scamander family was very accustomed to having you around by now. Newt’s parents were always glad to see the happiness that bubbled up in their youngest son at your presence and Theseus was just glad to have you around because it meant that for once Newt wasn’t rambling on to him about you. Instead he was rambling to you. And even he had to admit that it made him happy to see his brother so at peace.

Theseus had been sent to call you both for afternoon tea and he wandered out into the backyard, expecting to find you both in Newt’s shack when he stopped in his tracks. You were sitting under the cherry blossom tree, leaning back against the trunk of the tree and Newt was sprawled out across the grass with his head in your lap, half asleep with his eyes closed as you brushed your fingers through his hair slowly. 

Theseus raised his eyebrows in surprise as he took in the sight of you smiling adoringly down at his younger brother and the the way Newt looked so relaxed there in your arms. It clearly wasn’t a new position for the two of you. He smiled softly to himself and turned around carefully, slipping back into the house as quietly as he could so as not to disturb the two of you.

“They said they’re not hungry just yet.” Theseus called to his mother as he stepped back into the house.

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You had always been the first one to initiate almost all physical contact during your days at Hogwarts but ever since that fateful day 2 weeks ago it was as if the roles had been completely reversed.

Suddenly you were a stuttering, flustered mess, barely able to touch Newt without tripping over your words and Newt found it to be utterly adorable and endearing though he was hoping you would get over your nerves soon enough because he really really missed the way you used to cuddle him without hesitation.

“Can we...maybe take this to your bedroom?”, you suggested, nodding towards his room that was just down the hallway and slapping a hand over your face when you realised what you’d said “n-not like that! I just- I just meant we could lay down there and stretch out because-because you look so uncomfortable squished on the couch like this and I just elbowed you and oh my god I’ve just completely ruined the mood”, you whined, covering your face in embarrassment as you willed the ground to swallow you whole.

Newt’s eyes had grown to the size of saucers when you first spoke and he could have sworn his heart actually skipped a beat but then you were sitting there panicking and looking so bloody adorable he was certain his heart skipped a beat.

“Y/N...” he murmured with a small amused smile, waiting patiently when you kept rambling “Y/N”, he tried again and eventually reached out to pull your hands away from your face.

“I knew what you meant”, he smiled softly, doing his best to keep the amusement off his face because the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass you further. He pulled your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle and hopefully soothing kiss to the back of it as you watched him shyly, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Come on then”, he murmured, pulling you in the direction of his bedroom and feeling his own nerves start to grow again as he gingerly climbed onto his bed, shuffling over to make room for you. His own nerves were running rampant but he decided to be brave for you, knowing one of you needed to take initiative if you were ever going to get past this awkward phase.

You sat down carefully on the end of Newt’s bed as you looked around the room taking it in properly for the first time, avoiding looking at your boyfriend as you tried to calm your nerves. You tipped your head aside curiously when you spotted a beautiful white and purple flecked orchid sitting on the window sill by his bed and you shuffled towards it, gently brushing your fingers along the petals of the flower in awe.  “Did you know some people consider the orchid to be the most beautiful flower in the world?”, you murmured, your nerves momentarily forgotten as you gazed at the elegant flower.

“I know”, Newt murmured softly, watching you fondly as he leant in close to you “it reminded me of you,” he whispered, gazing down at you with a shy smile. You sucked in a quick breath as you took in his words “oh, you mean-“, you flushed when you found his face right in front of yours, seeing the pure adoration and love in his eyes as he nodded at you.

“Yes. I remember you telling me that in school and I remember thinking it was funny because I always thought of you and the first time I ever saw you smile when I saw the flowers in the Greenhouses”, he admitted, humming in surprise when you were suddenly kissing him.

You gripped the front of his shirt as you kissed him firmly, your cheeks warm as your heart thumped erratically in your chest. Newt sighed softly against your lips and gently cupped your cheek in response, moving his lips against yours delicately, unwittingly pouting just slightly when you pulled back from him. 

“Merlin Newt, you can’t just say things like that, it’s not good for my heart,” you grumbled, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

Newt chuckled softly, his hand flying up to brush his fingers through your hair on its own accord “you are my heart”, he whispered, relishing the way you nestled your face into his neck shyly.

“Newwwwwwt”, you whined to which he hummed, leaning back and slipping his fingertips under your chin to tip your face back up towards him.

“What? I mean it. I love you Y/N. More than anything else in this world. I know you’re nervous about us now that we’ve finally put our feelings out there but I don’t want you to worry. Nothing between us has to change. It can be just like it was before just...just with kisses”, Newt murmured with a slight blush of his own, keeping his gaze locked on yours.

You listened to him carefully, taking in his sincere expression and the look of love and understanding in his eyes and you found yourself nodding along, laying your hand over his and threading your fingers together “I’m sorry I just...I’ve been kinda stressed about not wanting to make you feel pressured. Or be annoying and clingy. I mean I know I’ve always been clingy and overly touchy and affectionate with you but now it’s different I just worry about...about scaring you off.”, you admitted softly, looking down at your intertwined hands.

“I’ve always cherished your touch, Y/N. That hasn’t changed and that will never change. You know I’ve always struggled with physical affection with everybody else. I’ve always felt honoured by your affection. You can make my entire day with one single hug.“ Newt squeezed your hands firmly in his own as he leant forward pressing a loving kiss to the top of your head. “Please believe me when I say I’ve never thought you to be clingy.”

You wrapped your arms around him tightly and pushed him back onto the bed, laying your head on his chest and claiming your spot nestled in his arms, tangling your legs with his and looking up at him. “I love you too. Even more than my plants.”, you whispered, smiling adoringly back at him though your heart was still beating erratically in your chest.

Newt made a noise of surprise when you suddenly pinned him back onto the bed, his arms wrapping around you instinctively as he felt himself blush from your close proximity. It was entirely a new sensation to hold you in his arms in his bed and he adored it already. “More than your plants?” He teased, rubbing small circles onto your back.

“Yes and I’ll love you even more if you read to me again”, you murmured, holding the book from earlier up to his face and Newt laughed taking it from your hands before he did just like that. And you lay there, resting on his chest and gazing up at him with a dopey smile on your face as you listened to the rumble of his voice in his chest combined with his steady heart beat and eventually falling asleep just like that. 

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crushed (bruno x gn!reader)

A/N: the best way to sum this is up is reader highly struggles with their feelings and romantic intimacy

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When you first met Bruno there weren't any instant clicks but he was polite enough, so you felt neutral towards him like you did most people. However, with more and more interactions you quickly began to enjoy his presence and found yourself spending time with him outside of work.

It was rare for you to become this comfortable around anyone, but within a short amount of time you felt you could be your complete and honest self when you were alone with the man. And by now, the two of you would seek out each other's company when either of you had free time.

You could barely remember the last time you had gotten this close with someone since you joined Passione so this relationship had become quite precious to you. But sometimes, in the middle of the night as you tried to fall asleep, you would wonder what it would be like to pursue something more romantic. You always imagined ridiculous and improbable things during that time though so you mostly ignored these thoughts. Honestly, you were lucky to have even just this as a mafioso.

One day, during a rare occurrence where you got to see Giorno, he says something to you that makes that strange idea stick in your mind.

“So you and Bruno get along well,” the blonde teen suddenly brings up.

You stop eating your ice cream. You’re a little apprehensive since Giorno is never one to talk unless he actually has something substantial to say. But you nod and smile.

“Other than being a dependable person to work with, he's a really great friend. I'm glad I met him.”

“Are you sure it's just friendly?”

There it was.

You stop smiling and tilt your head. "What do you mean? We are just friendly."

The boy gives you a knowing look.

“Giorno…”

“I don't get to see you two together often but I sense something there.”

If 'sense' means Mista was telling him nonsense then sure.

Glaring, you silently look down at your ice cream. You didn’t really want to finish it anymore.

“Just saying.”

After that encounter, your relationship with Bruno becomes less comfortable. You feel tense and awkward whenever he’s around, and you could barely make eye contact or talk clearly with him. It honestly made you want to cry, so you start to avoid him in hopes of escaping this newfound stress.

However, it’s harder than you expect. Each day you would accidentally find yourself in the same area as him, but before he could approach you, you were escaping through the nearest exit. At one point, you even considered using a window before you realized how unnecessary that was.

You curse Giorno under your breath.

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This was day 7 of avoiding Bruno and you really missed him even though it hasn’t been that long.

You lean forward to rest your head in your hands. At least the weather was nice today.

You decided instead of risking running into Bruno you could just go somewhere where it would be unlikely to run into him. So you end up at the beach. By yourself.

You sigh. It would be more fun if the others were here. Whenever you wanted to do any type of non-mafia related activity you’d try to plan it around their schedules. It was genuinely more fun for you this way ever since you started to get to know them, with Bruno’s encouragement of course.

"Hey ____!"

You flinch from the sudden noise and turn towards the familiar voice that called out to you and see not only Mista approaching, but the rest of the gang decked out in their swimwear--Narancia, Fugo, Abbacchio, Bruno, and even Giorno.

Bruno was here.

Said man’s sunglasses blocked his eyes but you knew he was looking directly at you.

You think to run but freeze up. It's like your legs were ignoring the alarms in your head.

Shit.

Mista plops down next to you on your towel.

"...Hey Mista," you say under your breath.

"You went to the beach and didn't invite us?"

"Er, you guys were going to be busy? Why are you even here?"

“Giorno decided to give us a day off today,” Mista says.

Of course he did.

Giorno walks nearby, towel in hand. "You're welcome."

Was he talking to you or Mista? You scowl at him either way.

Narancia shouts a quick greeting as he runs directly towards the water while Fugo yells at him to come back for sunscreen.

You pull your knees up to your chest and look quietly at your feet to avoid any accidental eye contact with a certain someone.

“Well it's good you guys get to take a break, especially you Giorno.”

Mista stretches and throws an arm around your shoulder. “Giorno’s been working us to death!”

“We forgot the cooler, I'll go get it,” you hear Bruno say.

You shut your eyes.

“You okay?” Mista asks.

Forcing your eyes back open, you nod. “Why would there be something wrong?”

Abbacchio drops a bunch of stuff next to you. "Please hurry up and make up with Bucciarati.”

Your eyes widen and you whip your head towards the goth.

"Abbacchio we aren't supposed to get involved," Mista sighs.

"If we don't get involved then they'll avoid each other the whole day."

Your hands drag down your face and you look at Mista. “So...you all already know that I've been avoiding him?”

“Well we've barely seen you in a week and Bucciarati’s been...quieter, I guess.”

“You literally ran away the other day,” Abbacchio says.

You purse your lips at the realization that you attempt to be discrete was a complete failure.

Mista frowns and rubs at his short hair, one of the few times you've seen him without his hat. "Jeez you don't hold back..."

Abbacchio settles himself under the giant parasol he put up. "...Bucciarati’s not mad, so just talk to him."

It’s not like you want to avoid Bruno forever, you just needed time to get your emotions in order, but it was easier said than done. Whenever you thought of him you could feel butterflies and your heart would beat a bit--no a lot faster.

It scared the shit out of you.

When you got like this you became an awkward bumbling mess and you couldn't stand it--the feeling of losing control.

But you didn't want to damage your relationship with Bruno because of something so trivial. So you nod and get up, dislodging Mista’s arm, and without a word walk towards the direction your friend went.

“You don't know where the car’s parked.” Giorno says as you pass him.

You could hear the slight amused lithe in his tone but ignore it.

“Right...”

After Giorno tells you where to go, you take an unnecessary long time walking to the car. You could only walk so slow though and eventually see it in the distance parked at the side of the road.

There Bruno was, standing next to the open trunk of the car. Why was he just standing there?

You steel yourself and continue walking forward.

Don't ask questions or you'll chicken out.

When Bruno notices you approaching him you ignore the urge that you’ve had all week to escape. Stopping in front of him you surprisingly manage to get out a clear, simple statement.

“Can we talk?”

He nods and closes the trunk.

You don't want to talk where anyone could hear so you open the car's back door and slide into the backseat and Bruno follows right after, closing the door behind him. Now that you don’t feel as vulnerable, you should be able to speak but you stare nervously at the back of the front seat's headrest instead. You had no idea where to start.

Bruno removes his sunglasses while the both of you sit there in awkward silence.

“...____?”

You take a breath. “S-Sorry...I’m sure you know that I’ve been a-avoiding you…”

“Have you?”

Maybe he was saying that in an attempt to lighten the mood, but you feel like there’s also a hint of resentment. And you couldn't blame him. From his point of view, his friend just suddenly started ignoring him with no good reason.

“I’m sorry.”

“...Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you didn't do anything wrong! It’s all me.”

When he gives you a questioning look, obviously waiting for a further explanation, you can only see a way to redeem this properly by confessing.

"Me...I-I like..."

You can't even speak properly!

You cover your face in an attempt to avoid Bruno's piercing gaze. "Stop looking at me…"

He tilts his head a bit but turns his gaze away from you. "Where else am I supposed to look?"

You inhale and exhale deeply and focus on your next words. "I like...you. In a non-platonic w-way--a ro-romantic way....shit."

You didn’t think you could stare any harder at the back of the car seat.

“____ can you look at me for a second?”

Even though looking in his eyes made you feel tense you force yourself to.

“I know being open like this can be hard for you. Thank you for telling me.”

You nod. "Also you don't have to accept my feelings--"

“I like you too.”

You take a moment to process what you just heard. Doubt and hope somehow feel your chest simultaneously.

“R-Really?”

"Yes, for a while now. I didn't know how to bring it up without stressing you out or if it would be a good idea at all."

"Oh, me too--A part of me didn’t think it would be a good idea pursuing anything romantic because of our work."

And you somehow managed to delude yourself in the process.

It's quiet for a moment before you close the space between you two and press a kiss against his cheek.

Oh god.

Even though you were the one who did it, your face heats up just from that simple action. You open an eye and see him smiling softly at you. Your hands are immediately covering your face in embarrassment.

Bruno chuckles before wrapping an arm behind you. "Overwhelmed?"

"If--If I do it more I'll get used to it."

Inhaling, you force yourself to stop hiding--you’d done enough of that. You do still struggle to look at him though.

"Can we do more of the...kissing stuff?"

Bruno fingers gently brush your cheek and he directs your gaze towards him. "I can’t kiss you properly if you aren't looking at me," he whispers.

Your eyes close on their own as the space between you two is closed once again. Bruno's lips felt soft against yours and you find yourself leaning into him. But unfortunately it’s not enough to keep your overthinking at bay.

Am I doing this right? Wait...are my lips chapped?

Bruno’s hand gently grabs yours and he pulls back. "You don't need to force yourself ____.”

“Oh no, I want to do this! I'm just nervous.” You laugh awkwardly, “I’m not exactly the most experienced…”

Bruno hums. “Me neither.”

You raise a brow. “What?”

“I haven’t had much time for serious relationships.” Bruno's nose softly brushed against yours.

“Oh...right.”

He must still have a little more experience with….intimacy than you though? Or maybe you were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice?

Bruno hand caresses your check and he presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. You’re overthinking again. “Just know we don't have to rush anything, okay?”

For the first time today, you’re able to look at the man without discomfort as you try to see if he really means it. But you can’t imagine those words being anything but genuine coming from him.

“Okay.”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph! How you’re doing? First of all, I wanna say that I love your lists. So, I was wondering, do you have some long Johnlock fics? Like, with a bunch of chapters and all that. Thank you!

Hey Nonny!! 

I absolutely do! And you know what?? I’m gonna be selfish: No one has ever EVER asked me for my shorter long fics, so I’m going to take this opportunity to finally release this list, because it’s been sitting in my drafts for YEARS lol. BUT you can check the list below for the links to all my longer-fics lists! Happy reading!!

NOVELLA LENGTH FICS: 20-25K

See also:

Novella Length Fics: 25 to 50K (Aug. 2019)

Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K (Nov. 2018)

Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K Pt 2 (May 2020)

Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. (May 2019)

Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. Pt 2 (Aug 2020)

Through the Clouds by Mazarin221b (E, 20,004 w., 6 Ch. || Retirement, Home Improvement, First Time, Romance) – Sherlock takes a remarkably early retirement at 47, and convinces John that a change of pace would do them both good. They buy an old cottage on the South Downs, and exchange their nonstop life in Baker Street for quiet contemplation, bee studies, and book writing. They might go completely insane, but sometimes it takes stepping outside of the life you're living to find the life you want. Part 1 of Through The Clouds

A Life Well-Lived by Kate_Lear (E, 20,121 w., 1 Ch. || Original Male Character, Sherlock Woos John, Jealous Sherlock, Reluctant Bi-John, Past Abuse, Insecure John, Reassuring / Caring Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Understanding Sherlock) – John got scared off men by an abusive past relationship. Sherlock has to try and woo him while not scaring him off with protective possessive rage.

The White Lotuses by SilentAuror (E, 20,340 w., 1 Ch. || Slow Burn, Domestic, Romance) – One day John realises that he just isn't where he belongs, which is back at Baker Street with Sherlock. So he goes back and Sherlock, in his own way, courts him. Romance.

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

You're On the Air by prettysailorsoldier (M, 20,616 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock, Matchmaking, Radio, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Flirting, Bisexual John) – The Consulting Detective and The Woman dominate the airwaves of their university radio station, doling out advice on everything from meeting the parents to sexual positions. When their ratings start to dip before the holidays, however, manager Mike thinks it's time for some fresh blood, and who better to fill in the gaps than rugby captain--and notorious flirt--John Watson? Part 1 of 25 Days of Johnlock

whiskies neat by Ellipsical (E, 20,660 w., 15 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, POV Second Person Sherlock, Slow Burn, One Night Stand, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Anal, Soldier John, Crying, Emotional Lovemaking, Switchlock) – Home and hearth and whiskies neat, or, alternatively, Sherlock Holmes falls in love.

Achieving the Together-Coloured Instant by teahigh (E, 20,776 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel, PTSD, Codependency, Fluff & Angst, H/C, Smut, Demisexual Sherlock, Experiments) – John wonders if this is how it’s going to be: A life speaking in code, because they’re both too stupid to figure out how to say, “I love you.”

Winter's Delights by Kate_Lear (E, 21,173 w., 1 Ch. || Holmes Family, Christmas, Fake Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Bed Sharing, Domestics) – Sherlock takes John home for Christmas to meet the extended Holmes family. Part 1 of Winter's Delights

Once More, With Feeling by cellard00rs (T, 21,178 w., 7 Ch. || John’s Family, Fake Relationship, Romance, Fluff, Humour) – To put off his meddlesome, matchmaking mother, John convinces Sherlock to play the role of his significant other. Unparalleled awkwardness ensues.

Love Is by SilentAuror (E, 21,508 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, UST / URT, Post HLV, Romance) – At Mrs Hudson's urging, Sherlock finally decides to tell John how he feels about him. Part 1 of Love Is

echoes through time by chellefic (E, 21,619 w. || First Time, Romance, ACD & BBC, Epistolary) – Mummy sends a trunk from the Holmes cottage in Sussex to 221B. Its contents alter the way John and Sherlock see themselves and one another.

The Real Meaning of Idioms by feverishsea (T, 21,691 w., 1 Ch. || Texting, Humour, Post S2) - After two weeks away, John finally texts Sherlock. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to respond. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to keep texting him. And he really doesn’t expect things to spiral out of control so rapidly.

5 Times John Got the Girl (and lost her) and 1 Time John Got the Guy (and kept him) by LiviKate (M, 21,695 w., 6 Ch. || 5 and Ones, Kissing, Oblivious / Awkward Sherlock, BAMF / Sexy / Stud John, Embarassed John, John’s Scar, Hurt/Comfort, Jealous Sherlock) – John has always had good luck with the ladies. He's charming, friendly and funny, not to mention great in bed. However, his usual skill with the opposite sex is constantly being thwarted by Sherlock and his outbursts. How will John ever get a leg over when Sherlock is always cockblocking him?

Brief Conversations with the Woman by May_Shepard (E, 21,906 w., 20 Ch. || Pining, Love Fairy Irene, Filler Fic, UST/URT, Drug Use, Clueless Sherlock, Relationship Advice, Angst w/ Happy Ending) – Sherlock has a puzzle to solve, and his name is John Watson.

When to Let Go by KendylGirl (M, 22,109 w., 8 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Reverse Reichenbach, Sacrifice, Forgiveness, Angst, Love, Implied Drug Use) – What if it were John who had to die to thwart Moriarty's plans? John's supposed death shatters Sherlock, and when he returns, it will challenge the pair to forge a path of forgiveness, to peace, and to find a way back to each other. Part 1 of When to Let Go

A Shipless Ocean by myswordfishmind (M, 22,135 w. 4 Ch. || Post-TRF, John has a Kid) – Ten years after the fall Sherlock goes back to London to find that John no longer lives there. Instead, he resides in a seaside town, a widower, and the father of a seven year old son. Now, Sherlock must struggle with the fact that there may no longer be a place for him in this new world.

Ghost Stories by SwissMiss (M, 22,256 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Holmes Family, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, First Time) – Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.

The One With the Proposal by kim47 (E, 22,375 w., 3 Ch. || Fluff, Romance, Marriage Proposal) – Proposing shouldn't be this difficult.

Sonatina in G Minor by SilentAuror (E, 22,574 w., 1 Ch. || Case Fic, POV Sherlock, Angst, UST, Sherlock’s Violin, Post-S3, Romance) – John has come back to Baker Street, but Sherlock doesn't understand the strange tension between them, even after he begins teaching John to play the violin at John's request.

Dear John by wendymarlowe (E, 23,031 w., 64 Ch. || Post-TRF, Online Dating, Pining, Epistolary, Cybersex, Long Distance Romance) – With Sherlock dead, John eventually (under duress) makes a profile on an online dating site. And falls into a long-distance relationship with an enigmatic partner who reminds him of Sherlock in all the right ways. (Hint: it turns out to be Sherlock.) Part 1 of Dear John

Knotted by naughtyspirit (E, 23,166 w., 4 Ch. || UST/URT, Cuddling, Sharing Body Heat, Confessions, Kissing, Mastrubation, Frustration, BAMF!John) – John has to cancel a date because of Sherlock's case, which leads them to be tied up in a basement from which they have to escape. They get wet, get tied up close and John has to step up and save them. Because he's pretty. And hot. And just a little bit of a BAMF.

You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners by ardenteurophile (T, 23,584 w., 9 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Drama, Fluff & Angst, Humour, Romance) – Sherlock takes John along for Christmas dinner with Mycroft and Mummy (And "Anthea", too). Over the course of the evening, John realises that everyone in the room - apart from him - seems to think that he and Sherlock are a couple. Part 2 of Xmas Dinners Verse

Once Upon a Beast Becoming by antietamfalls (T, 24,042 w., 6 Ch. || Beauty and the Beast AU || Magical Realism, Folklore, Celtic Mythology) – An act of pride, a druid’s curse, an enchanted leaf; Sherlock’s torment has lasted an age. Hope arrives in the form of one John Watson, a man uniquely suited to break the spell. But with a single night to win his affections, Sherlock finds his carefully laid plans disrupted by a monstrous killer whose sights are set on the only thing he has left to lose: John.

The Kepler Problem by kinklock (E, 24,270 w., 1 Ch. || Sci-Fi AU, Alien Sherlock, Space Repairman John, Alien Biology, Horny John) – Working in uncharted space exploration was not as exciting as John had hoped, especially when it turned out to be mostly bot maintenance on uninhabited planets. However, the mystery of the repeated, unexplained malfunctions on planet BAK 2212 might turn out to be exactly the kind of adventure he'd been craving.

Maintaining A Personal Life by Gingerhermit (E, 24,284 w., 6 Ch. || Alternating POV’s, Bisexuality, BAMF!John, Jealous Sherlock, Romance / Drama, Sort-of Case Fic, Peril & Angst, Love Confessions, Toplock, Soft Idiots in Love, Post S3) – Sherlock and John discover some interesting revelations about each other’s sexuality, which lead them both to question the assumptions they've made about one another for years. In the midst of their mutual discoveries, a dangerous psychopath looms on the side-lines who threatens to destroy their new beginning.

The Sexual Awakening of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson by suitesamba (M, 24,579 w., 10 Ch. || Post-TRF, Case Fic, H/C, First Kiss/Time) – Sherlock owes Mycroft a favor. Mycroft calls in that favor by offering Sherlock's consulting services in a charity auction. Sherlock and John soon find themselves at the country manor of Mrs. Ives-Patton Smarmington III - not very coincidentally a long-time friend of Sherlock's mother - where they are reluctant participants in her Murder Mystery Weekend. It's a play within a play for Sherlock and John, and their roles for the weekend event bleed over into their real lives, waking the sleeping dragons within.

Tomorrow's Song by agirlsname (M, 24,645 w., 5 Ch. || Post-TRF, POV Sherlock, Angst with a Happy Ending, Virgin / Repressed Sherlock, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Pining, Jealous Sherlock) – How can he think a relationship with me would be a good idea? I am the sort of person to take a break from my life and when I come back after two years, I expect to find it exactly as I left it. In reality I find it shattered to pieces. (I actually equate you with my life. When did I start doing that?)

State of Flux by Atiki (E, 24,655 w., 4 Ch. || Sherlock POV, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Friends to Lovers, Frottage, Cuddles and Snuggles, Awkwardness, Insecure/Virgin Sherlock, Romance) – John’s marriage is over and he is finally back home (i.e. at Baker Street, where he belongs). Sherlock is awfully insecure and John is awfully hesitant, and they're both awkward idiots, of course, but they figure it out. Many First Times happen.

[stevesnailbat]

realizations | steve harrington

REQUESTS USED:

hi love!! could you write a fluffy steve harrington x reader that takes place during season 2? like maybe she stays behind with the kids and steve when the others go to get the mindflayer out of will and seeing steve protect the kids just makes the reader realize she’s in love w/ him. i’ll leave the rest of the plot up to you, don’t feel any pressure to write it if you’re too busy or not inspired! thanks! 🦋💕

hi! could you write steve x fem!reader where she is waiting for him come back from his date and realizes how much she likes him? pls and thank u

warnings: none really?

word count: 2.0K

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Nothing felt okay, but it wasn’t like she could change what was happening. The world felt like it was falling apart as she sped through Hawkins in the dead of night with four kids packed into Billy Hargrove’s Camaro with a very unconscious Steve Harrington in the backseat. Pure chaos had ensued a few hours before, but there had been no time for her to process what was happening until this moment. Her eyes flickered to the rearview mirror occasionally, checking on Dustin as he tended to Steve’s battered face as a sinking feeling settled in her stomach.

What was it that she was feeling? She couldn’t decipher her emotions in the moment, couldn’t understand what the nauseousness she felt every time she looked at Steve actually meant. But there was no time for that, so she distracted herself by staring at the road in front of her.

A few groans came from the backseat and Dustin began to whisper something that she couldn’t decipher from the front seat, but she knew that Steve was waking up. She looked to Lucas, who sat in the passenger seat, to seek some kind of ease, but was only met with the same worried expression that she held. As expected, the boy in the backseat began to panic soon after, voice filled with terror as realization hit him.

She couldn’t focus on what was happening in the backseat as Lucas began to shout nonsense directions her way, telling her to turn into a field instead of onto a road. Still, she did what he said, because she was sure he knew more about the situation than she did. There was a collective scream that echoed through the car as she pulled the sharp left, followed by whines of pain as she brought the car to a halting stop.

Soon enough, they were all piling out of the car and grabbing their things from the trunk of the car. She looked over to Steve, seeing the utterly confused and upset look on his face as she put a bandana over her mouth for protection.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Steve demanded, watching as Mike walked towards the hole that seemed to lead straight to hell. “What are you, deaf? Hello? We are not going down there right now. I made myself clear.”

She looked to Steve once more, noticing each of the kids purposefully ignoring his protests as he grew angrier. There wasn’t much she knew about the situation, but she knew that Steve was only trying to protect them from the demodogs that they had ran into earlier in the day.

“Hey, there’s no chance we’re going into that hole, all right? This ends right now!” he exclaimed once more, only getting a reaction out of Dustin.

“Steve, you’re upset, I get it. But the bottom line is, a party member requires assistance, and it is our duty to provide that assistance.” Dustin explained as Steve narrowed his eyes at the boy. “Now, I know you promised Nance that you would keep us safe. So, keep us safe.”

Begrudgingly, Steve followed them into the hole after pulling a bandana and goggles on. She watched as he dropped into the hole, following close behind him. She nearly tripped as she dropped down, but Steve caught her before she could fall to the vine-covered ground.

“Be careful, alright?” he said to her as he steadied her on her feet, voice muffled by the bandana around his face. “We don’t need you all beat up too, right?”

“Yeah, sorry.” she laughed bitterly, heart fluttering slightly as she could tell he was smiling under all of the protection.

They looked at each other for a fleeting moment, fear and wonder apparent in the air without saying a word. The kids were talking, but she couldn’t hear what they were saying over the sound of her own heartbeat. Sure, Steve had looked at her for longer than a second before, they were best friends for fucks sake. But, there was something hidden in the look that she couldn’t quite understand yet, and she knew she didn’t have the time to comprehend it. Before either of them could say anything to the other, Steve snapped his attention to the kids in front of them who were already navigating through the tunnel.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey, hey. I don’t think so.” he called out, starting towards the front of the group as Mike questioned him. “Any of you little shits die down here, I’m getting the blame. Got it, dipshit? From here on out, I’m leading the way. Come on, let’s go.”

Minutes felt like hours as they trudged through the tunnels, a feeling of dread taking over while watching the kids struggle. The only thing she could seem to think of to distract herself was Steve and how he was leading them to this hub with damn near no fear, like he’d rather himself get hurt than any of the others. After a few minor complications, they reached what they were looking for, the hub. They drenched the area with gasoline, and Steve pulled his lighter from his pocket, flicking the top of it open. His eyes flickered to hers for a moment, full of fear as the flame started in his hands.

“I am in such deep shit.” he scoffed to her, throwing the lighter towards the gas-covered vines.

Steve pushed her and the kids in the other direction, trying to make it to the exit as quickly as possible. The rest of the time in the tunnels went by in an instant, her heart racing at a thousand miles a minute. When they got back to the hole, she nearly fell on top of Steve as she came up, but he caught her again.

“What’d I tell you about being careful?” Steve teased, an exhausted smile on his lips as he pulled his bandana off.

That day came and went slowly, but it was finally over, and that’s all she could ask for. Steve did everything in his power to protect her and the kids that day and she couldn’t get it out of her mind.

Weeks passed and things seemed to be getting back to normal. Her and Steve were back to being just best friends, not partners in fighting other-worldly monsters. They were back to telling each other everything, like the old times. But, something was different. Steve was still coping with losing Nancy during the whole mess, so he was a little more distant than before. She didn’t mind, though. She needed her own time do cope with the fact that life as she knew it had been changed forever. And, she needed her own time to deal with whatever she had felt that night when she saw Steve unconscious in the backseat of the Camaro.

“I think things are finally looking up again.” Steve said confidently to her over the phone one day.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” she asked with genuine curiosity, laughing to herself at Steve’s sudden optimism.

“I got a date for today, with Stacey Adams.” he said matter-of-factly, she could tell he was smiling through the phone, but her heart sunk as he spoke.

“Well that sounds—fun.” she said while cringing, trying to sound happy for him as she spoke. “We’re still having movie night tonight though, right? We always have movie nights on Sunday’s.”

“Of course! I planned it for during the day so I could still come over tonight.” he replied. “But, I gotta go get ready, alright? I’ll see you tonight at 7!”

Before she could respond, the line went dead with a dial tone. She let her hand fall slack, nearly dropping the phone as she did. Putting the phone up, she felt that sinking feeling settle into her stomach once more. The dull ache grew stronger as she moved to lie down on her back and stare at the ceiling.

It wasn’t until she heard Steve say that he was going out with someone else that she realized what she had been so worried about on that night when she saw her unconscious best friend in the backseat. She finally understood that she wanted to be something more than just a best friend to Steve Harrington, she wanted to be his. The sinking feeling in her stomach was heartache and love mixed together, for someone who had never shown any signs of either towards her.

The next five hours were spent by trying to fully comprehend her feelings and how she could tell him—or not tell him—about what was happening. She went back and forth between putting their friendship on the line by confessing everything to him and keeping it all bottled up for the rest of their lives.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a rapid knock on the front door that she recognized immediately, it was Steve. She put on a fake smile as she rushed to the front door, taking deep breaths to compose herself as she opened it. The look on Steve’s face was confusing to her, it wasn’t overly excited or overly upset.

“Hey, how was your date?” she blurted out, almost unable to stop her nosy thoughts as she let him in.

“It was okay.” he shrugged, shuffling into the living room with an unamused expression. “She was boring, all she wanted to do was gossip and I honestly couldn’t care less about any of the shit she was talking about.”

“Sounds like you’re never going to ask her out again, right?” she teased, hope creeping up in her as she spoke.

“Yeah, probably not.” he chuckled, plopping down on the couch. “I just—I don’t know what to expect from girls now, I guess? I have too high of standards, maybe.”

“Your standards are high after dating a girl who dumped you for the guy she told you not to worry about?” she implored, eyes narrowed as Steve rolled his eyes at her.

“No, not because of Nancy.” he sighed, voice wavering as he spoke, as if he was nervous about something.

“Then why do you think they’re so high?” she asked while searching through the TV stand cabinets for a movie, faced away from Steve to save herself from more heartbreak and unable to see him staring at her.

“Because the best person for me has been right in front of me forever, but I didn’t know how to tell her.” he said quickly, making her heart and the movie in her hands drop. “It took me going on a date with Stacey to realize that I’ve been right next to the right girl for me this whole time."

“Steve—“ she started, but couldn’t bring herself to finish as she processed what he had said.

“Yeah?” he said, almost regretting what he had said as she refused to look back at him. “Y’know, actually? Just—Just forget I said that, it was stupid.”

“No, it wasn’t stupid, Steve.” she said softly, finally daring to lock eyes with him; the look on his face was serious but more nervous than she had ever seen.

“You don’t think so?” he asked hopefully, watching as she walked towards the couch carefully.

“As long as you were talking about me, then yes. I don’t think it’s stupid.” she laughed, sitting down next to him. “I think I feel the same. Seeing you with those kids, putting your life on the line them so selflessly and seeing you protect us made me realize what I had been missing out on this whole time.”

“Well, in that case. I can finally do what I’ve been waiting to do all day.” he mumbled, inching his face dangerously close to hers.

There was only a small gap between them as she looked up at him, a smile on his lips as he looked at her lovingly. His lips were soft and the kiss was gentle, nothing like what she expected their first kiss to be like. It was almost calming, how sweet the kiss was. That sinking feeling that had settled in her stomach weeks before was finally all the way gone, she felt like she didn’t have anything to worry about anymore. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, she wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her best friend, but it was okay. Everything felt alright now.

tags: @sourapplebaby @harringtown @charmed-asylum @lemonypink @daddystevee @jxnehxpper @a-magey @igotmadskills @heart-eye-harrington @queenofthehairharrington

[reinydayz]

Orc X Male Reader

Art Credit: https://twitter.com/ZachGiering/status/1098799468999143424?s=19

It was odd being an adventurer. One minute you're in a peaceful forest filled with nymphs and friendly slimes and the next moment you're in a dark cave full of vampires, bats, and rabid monsters. You just finished exploring for the day but instead of keeping up with your normal routine of going to a guildhall to look for jobs for some extra cash, you headed off to a serene lake that's known for it's magical properties. Rumors say that when the moonlight shines in the lake, you can see snippets of your future in the waves. You peered down into the moonlit pool, hoping something would show besides the trees and the crescent moon hanging above you. You stared for about a minute before you huffed and gave up on the lake showing your fortune. A howled erupted not far from where you were and made you jump a bit. You clutched your weapon, an enchanted bow, closer to your side before sliding down the trunk of a lanky tree. You sat down and looked on in amazement as fireflies and pixies emerged from their hiding places to flutter about. You were starting to relax when a strange noise similar to when someone stubs their toe and an odd yet lyrical language flew into the air. You carefully rose from your spot, careful not to make a single sound as you cautiously approached the source of the noise. Your eyes were drawn to something big, green, and muscly. The creature twisted towards you but didn't seem to notice your presence.

"An orc..." You breathlessly speak. The orc moved more towards where you were and picked up a small grey bunny, petting it gently as he sung something in a language you didn't understand. Now that he was closer, you could see his features better. He was gigantic in muscle mass and height with sharp eyes, boar-like teeth, long yet well kept hair, and a jawline that could kill. You slowly backed away, careful not to alert the orc when you suddenly slipped on a pebble. The orc's head whipped around to stop right at you. Your eyes went wide as the orc started towards you. You tried to ready your weapon but the orc had already reached you. You quivered as he towered above you, eyes sharply narrowed. The moonlight illuminated the outline of his body and the various scars scattered over his skin. The orc opened its mouth.

"What are you doing here, human?" His booming voice surprised you, not because of it's volume but the fact that he spoke English. You didn't know how to react and the fact that you were scared out of your mind didn't help either. The two of you stared at each other, waiting for the other to say or do anything.

"Have humans forgotten how to communicate?" He sighed, clearly frustrated. Your mouth finally moved to speak.

"W-we can talk..." You whispered. The orc then proceeded to squat down in front of you with an eyebrow raised.

"Then why didn't you speak up earlier?" He questioned.

"I was scared..." You honestly answered.

"For what reason?" You were intimidated by his size and stature but you didn't want to say that. The orc didn't seem hostile and was talking to you calmly now so you remained quiet instead of speaking up again. The orc blinked as he waited for an answer when another howl sounded somewhere nearby. The orc said something in his native tongue before hastily standing up and holding out a hand to you.

"Let's go somewhere else. It is dangerous here." The orc stated. You nervously took the orc's hand and you were practically flung up from the ground by the orc's light tug.

"You humans are surprisingly light..." He remarks, making you blush a little. The two of you arrived at a small clearing with a single log. The orc plopped down onto the log and patted the spot next to him. You gingerly sat next him and stared at his side profile.

"Are you alright...? You fell pretty hard earlier." He asked as he stared into the starry night sky.

"I'm alright now..." You shyly respond.

"That's good." It got quiet again. The orc doesn't seem to be one of many words. You part your lips to attempt conversation.

"Um... who was your bunny friend earlier?"

"Ah... just a rabbit I check up on every so often..." The orc elaborated. You thought that was all but the orc continues. "I like small and cute things. They intrigue me." He turns to you as if to show he referring to you. Your face goes flush and you turn away from him.

"You can't say things like that...!" You say, trying to prevent your voice from shaking.

"Did I say something wrong? Is cute not a compliment? Did I miss understand the word's meaning?" The orc inquired as he placed a hand on your shoulder. You jumped under his touch and you felt the orc's hand immediately retract. The orc got up from his spot on the log and rubbed his arm anxiously.

"I apologize if I am making you uncomfortable... I'm not good with human communication..." He confesses. You glance up at him and your heart is pained by the gloomy look on his face.

"No... I'm sorry... I've been so nervous this whole time..." You also get up from the log and boldly stride up to the orc. "You've been nothing but nice to me yet here I am upsetting you..." The orc's expression changed into a more sympathetic one and he took one of your hands in his much larger one.

"I think both of us should start over." The orc cleared his throat. "I am Tarran."

"Nice to meet you, Tarran. I am (Y/N)." The two of you exchange smiles.

"Oh! Wait here for a second..." Tarran rushed back into the forest and returned with something in his hands. Tarran held out a flower crown to you that was made with flowers you had never seen before. The flowers were a vibrant indigo and glowed softly. Tarran placed the crown on your head and let a small smile slip onto his lips.

"You look great." He complimented.

"Y-you think so?" You asked and Tarran nodded in agreement. You bashfully rocked back and forth on your heels as it got silent once again. This time it didn't feel awkward though. It felt... comfortable. You looked up at the sky right as a shooting star shot across it. You closed your eyes, mouthed a wish to yourself, and opened your eyes to see Tarran staring at you.

"What was that?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" You questioned back.

"You mumbled something... Why did you do that?"

"I made a wish on shooting star. Humans believe if you make a wish on a shooting star, it will come true." You beam.

"What did you wish?" Tarran grew closer to you.

"I can't tell you. Another thing humans believe is if you tell someone your wish, it won't come true." Tarran grew quiet again. The truth was, you were embarrassed of your wish. You wished you could remain here with Tarran but you had to go. The life of a adventurer is always moving and changing.

"Tarran... tonight has been lovely but I have to leave." You sadly say.

"Leave? But we just started to communicate normally..." Tarran's shoulders fell.

"Aw... don't be so distraught. I'll come back to visit tomorrow night. How about that?" Tarran's face immediately lit up.

"Yes...! I'll wait for you." Tarran grinned, his sharp teeth gleaming slightly in the moonlight.

"Goodnight Tarran." You wave to him as you walk away and out of the forest. You can't wait to see him again tomorrow.

[losing-my-will]

A/N: Yay, second chapter is up, and I wanna thank the wonderful @itsasumbrella, who she not only has great patience with me and I really don't deserve her, but because she's my beta for this story. Also, she has an amazing fic called "Wicked Game", if you know Spanish please I beg you; go read it!

ISOBEL

Summary: Grounded in a place she barely knows, stuck in a marriage she loathes. Astrid Hofferson has thought of her fate as the beginning of her end, a wheel starting to crush her life. But also on how she mustn’t completely accept it.  AU. Hiccstrid.

CHAPTER 2

TWICE AT THE NECK

When she was a little girl, Astrid Hofferson nearly drowned in the springs of her village —she went unsupervised to the forest, no one ever knew of the event ‘til months later when Cami noted how much her sister was scared of water, she coaxed her one night to spill the truth but the child clumsily concocted a story; she was put in taught in the next weeks. Little Astrid ended up enjoying it, the very challenge itself of floating and not sank, and the test of her breath when under the water.

She wouldn't ever prospect that that’d help her swam out after jumping from almost twenty-five feet.

‘Fuck’ and with a pop in the k was the first noise reverbing from her. The cold of the water was too much to bear, and the sand kept getting between her toes, shoes apparently lost forever in the murky ocean.

Aside those problems, there were even more when she started rushing through that unknown land, there were no signs of any tribe or village, it was just green esplanades near and far and nothing else.

Has that taken away her exhilaration when she ran? No, no it didn’t, she’d never felt such adrenaline before, it was a reckless blending as one with the blood within her limbs.

However, Astrid has to admit she was scared, adding acutely aware.

When she thought she’d ran enough to be far from the shore, she ran some more, and when her feet begun to feel sore, she stopped under a treetop and leaned on its thick trunk. The trees in this land were tall and alive, unlike those in her village, and then she promptly realized too; none raid nor has violence ever touched the place, reason why maybe the water in that myriad of lagoons dispersed seemed so clear.

She had left her right foot rest on the boulder and inspected the sole if there was any more damage than the already open wounds and dry blood. Knowing she’ll only be attended by a healer if she finds a tiny but village at the least she unglues from the tree and went ahead in search for that source of life, birds’ chirps weren’t enough but they fill the silence comfortably.

“On we go” she breathes.

Since toddler, Astrid has relished in the action of walk, explore, she considers herself a highly active kind a person, and mostly because she mulls over when alone too, so whether or not the girl finished her chores she’d usually sneaked out of them and go strolling across her village or into the nature. There was no responsibility in doing that, but Astrid hated so much the work her aunt or other people assigned it at her. And not because she belittle them, but because she wasn’t meant for those chores.  

Being a soon-to-be-wife of a barbarian didn’t fit in that category too.

She really hopes to rendezvous that village soon and convince any farmer with its life settled to adopt her.

Yeah, that’d be nice.

Just as nice when she finally come upon with one those lakes, the water it is clear and seeing the fishes swimming makes her stomach grumble in hungriness.

“I should have eaten.” she says pensive. Looking at her grime, trembling reflection.  

“Yeah, you should have.”

A new face appears next to hers, Valthjof stares at her serious. She gasps his name.

“You followed me!” she hollered at him accusingly. And then felt rather dumbly, of course he would had.

He nodded. “I have to protect you.”

Astrid stares back at him innocently for a short but taut moment. “I didn’t get far enough, did I?” He shook his head.

Sighing heavily, she rose on her feet with eyes set on the few fishes. “I’m hungry.”

Valthjof nods again and stalks forward from her.  

Astrid frowns at his back, quietly confused if she has to go after him or not.

Sensing her distress, he spins on his heels, watching her carefully. “We’ll fish, but none of this lake.”

“Why?” she asks, “Is something wrong with this one?” Astrid scowls. Does she really have to go further with him alone? Does she? Go with a man she recently met with? Is she overreacting? Valthjof is meant to shelter Cami and her from any harm, yes. ‘Give a chance to someone and let them prove it wrong’ she goes with that philosophy. She has to trust him. However, the bounce of his sword attached to his hip and his absurd height squirms her, and reminds her how easily he can tear her apart if he wishes, shove the flat side of his blade against her throat and forces himself into her. What if the Council lied about him? He’s a retired warrior, and a brave warrior dies with honor and blood spewing out of their mouth in battled field instead of retiring in cowardice. Why would they send a coward? Why would they risk foolishly? A war would inevitably unleash, and Brynhild it's terribly vulnerable nowadays, fuck, that’s strategy; the berkians’d win over them and conquer her home converting all the inhabitants into thralls.  

“Trust issues?” He guesses.

“I barely know you.”

Valthjof seems to understand at her words. Scratching his nape, he says softly through thin lips; “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“So much for an assurance.” She bites back.

“What do you want, child?”

“I’ll query you if you don’t mind,” Astrid replies severe, “While you lead us.”

He nods, and stretches his palm at top of his chest. “I’ll answer truthfully.”

The girl, shivering and in bad fumes, balled a portion of her dress in fists and stepped before him.

He holds his hand up, “Wait. I’ll give you my boots.”

“What? No.”

“Yes, don’t worry. I’m wearing wool socks.”

He unties the cords stained with dirt and handed the shoes at Astrid, she puts them timid and thanking him.

He makes a noise of approve, adjacent clearing his throat; “Be concise with the questions, without subdue your curiosity. You may begin.”

Astrid mutedly agreed with his terms, and whilst wrapping her arms around herself, she thought of the hundreds of questions buzzing in her mind.

“Uh, ok.” She bits her bottom lip. “What happened in the ship after I jumped?”

“Your sister made it anchor there and then.”

“You’re the only one who got down?”

He nods.

“Where are we? Why’re there lots of lochs?”

Valthjof fixed at her with something near as astonishment glinting within his sunken eyes.

“I don’t know. I’m asking you precisely for that.”

“Pardon.”

“You’re not first.” Astrid mutters and its tone is like it left a resentful taste.

She shrugs after sighting his almost puzzled semblance, “You’d be surprised how much wedge there has been in my education and Cami’s”

“Oh”

“It’s understandable. She has to read, and memorized, and learn everything.”

“And you?” Valthjof asks as he unshed his sword and nicked a web of bushes.    

“And I’m there.” She grimaces inwardly —the untreated gashes of her feet; she felt them bleeding, if they don’t watch it they’ll get infected.

“You ok?”

“Yes.” The girl lies. “You were telling me…” she trails off.

“Waterlands.”

Her brows rose unimpressive. Whoever thought they were being creative naming isles would be scandalized with Astrid’s disappointment. “Logical.” She ends up replying, awkwardness bubbling up.

There’s a pause while they pass a streamlet.

“You didn’t false your age and name, did you?"

His jaw sets, “I needn’t spread misinformation.”

Astrid learns first thing about this mysterious man; he’s an awful liar. But that leads her towards the next question; “You said you were once a warrior.” she pulls it out, accommodating it for her consequent shot, “At least, I think Berk wouldn’t chose a wimp who fled from battles to protect his heir’s future wife. I’m pretty sure they would have disowned you. Is there anything you’re not being truthful about? Because I sense you’re hiding it.”

Valthjof’s eyes hardened on her as his nostrils flared, she had visibly upset him and it showed. Poor Astrid had to fight against a flinch that threated to strike her entire body from head to toes. Oh, she’s overstepping, she should apologize for such indecency—    

“I prefer you naïve than witty sleuth.” He quips.

Offended, she glares him, “And I will prefer you to tell the whole truth.”

“You have quite a character hidden within you.” he paused, and then inhaled profoundly, tired, “I wasn’t neither conceived nor brought out of my mother’s uterus in Berk.”

“W-what?” she stutters.

“I met with the Archipelago when I was a boy your age, teen and doltish. Recently escaped from home, and dragging sweet childlike dreams of being a warrior behind me.”

“What you were before that?”

“Bastard-son of a roman soldier. My mother a harlot, my father a man who couldn’t be denied.”

“Why did you ran off your home?”

“Mother found great enjoyment in flagellated me with a scourge. I stabbed her in the leg and left her bleeding, then I shielded under the protection of a tradesman.”

She swallows hardly, like there was a big lump stuck midway of her throat. “And that’s how you befriended with Berk, by the trips.”

He nods, “I combated alongside them for many years, and even defended the father of his current Chief and himself. They weight a lot of trust on my shoulders, and vice versa.”

“And now you’re retired.”

“Not by choice.” he tsks, “They begged me.”

Astrid frowns.

“I “retired” two years ago to go back to that life of merchant and rest how’s appropriate.”

“And… did you wanted?”

He laughs loudly, “I confess I grew fond with the Viking Way.”

She licks her lips before reminding boldly; “But you still lied and said you were from Berk.”

“Yes, that’s a cover, child.”

“I-“

“Your culture embraced me and I embraced them.” Valthjof heckles, “You may not know due it your village is the furthest and separated, but inside the Archipelago; Berk is the wealthiest, more respected village in that packet of savagery, brat heirs and ruthless Chiefs. And the most secretive, there’re only a few things they let go out of their cliffs.”

Astrid slowly processes the news, and ultimately gives the conclusion, “So they took you under their wing, so people wouldn’t despise you once they made you step off from the violence.”

“You are clever. Yes, I present myself from Berk, and so people don’t look at me twice. If people knew it; bastard and non-Viking.” he chortles.

“A matter of reputation.” Astrid deduces.

“Aye.”

The man fidgets with a layer of leather of his waist pulling out a small canteen. He opens up the lid with his index and brought the nozzle to his lip, but before it could touch it he halted and looked at her sideways, “Thirsty?”  

“Can you tell me more of Berk?”

Valthjof took a quick swig of whatever was the content but didn’t respond.

///

THUNK!

The whetted steel sunk with a sickly snap through flesh and spines and onto the trunk. Valthjof whirled his wrist as he pressed his fingertips in the slick skin of the freshly, butchered fish; he slid his long fingers in the slit letting drain blood and all its reeked fluids.

Astrid, who’d sat meters away witnessing the disembowelment— couldn’t stopped herself of wrinkle her little nose at the sight.

“If it bothers you so much, why you sat there?” he asked it whilst cleaning up the blade with a ragged cloth. “Take a sit over there.” the rough man jerks his thumb behind him.

She peers where he pointed; another mucky boulder, “No. I wanted here.”

“Then you've to stop with the grimacing,” he spits his phlegm, “You’ll face worst things.”

“Like what?”

He shrugs, “Your wedding night, when your husband’ll spread you open and fucks you.”

The girl stares wide eyed at him, baffled. And in expect of a rapid apologize.

“You didn’t like that, did you?”  

No she didn’t like it, she loathed it. Hurt and despair washed on her. The words felt near a welt striking her existence with a mammoth accurateness; as soon they arrive in Berk, she’ll be introduced, wedded, and taken on knees and palms.  

“You deserve better than a honeyed fable,” Valthjof says after a moment, inserting the blade around the ventral fin again, the fish’s hacked head finally fell on the ground with a muffled sound as its protruded eyes connect with Astrid’s. “Don’t fret, child. Though be prepared, I heard the consummation'll hurt to you first time.”

“He’s… Is he— the way you described it,” her tongue glide over her lips, anxiously and nervous, “His demeanor—”  

He scowls, “Berk’s heir is many things. I will not spoke of him nor Berk.”

Astrid shook her head, blonde strands swinging, “No.” the girl surveys the clear before her, “You won’t,” she stood, “But you’ve to, please. I’m their bride. I’m part of that trade.” softly pleads.

“You’ll meet them when you’re there.” his only answer before twirling the torsk once more and smoothing his hand over its last ripped scales, “And don’t usher that childish argument of “because I have the right”.” warns.  

His butcher knife was gone after he’d laid it briefly on the trunk, but no for so long before it pointy, menacing end was thrust with force on the wood by delicate, trembling fingers gripping tightly the haft, sneering; the girl says; “Is in my right.”

The bulky man impassively contemplates her, “You threated me or asserted your words?”

Astrid doesn’t want a quarrel with Valthjof; he’s been nothing but polite and unfeigned to her. And admittedly, he lets her disadvantaged in many, many things. But to refuse the slightest details of the northern isle preoccupied her.  

“I’m begging you. Please. I departed my homeland to save it, because Berk promised us offerings, plenty of supplies; livestock, nourishment, furs, meat, coin. And weapons too. Valthjof, please, I can’t go ignorant to a country that’s helping us. My country is perishing, my people are vulnerable, and we burnt every night since three months ago by the fire-breath of dragons.”

“Then why’d you tried to escape?”

She froze, “What?”

“We’re here; you pleading, and I’m making our dagveror, because of you, we stand in this soil because you jumped. You’re trying to convince me with a speech even after you had run off. Where do your words fall?

He hadn’t touched her, and yet it felt like he slapped her.  

“I’ll not speak of Berk. Now, help with the bonfire, child.”

Having taken the initiative rapidly; Astrid searched after dry branches and flat rocks and made a neat heap of dead leafs meanwhile Valthjof finished slicing the fish in parts and lighting said bonfire. Together and summoned in their thoughts pierced the flesh’s chunks in the surplus branches bracketed by nature noises.  

“You mentioned dragons,” commented Valthjof after spitting spines that’d mired in his teeth.

They were half-eating, sitting near the heat source, he had insisted on going anywhere but the dirt, but she declined and had said that there was no salvation for her dress anyway, even then; it was a pity that the hem of the fabric had turned from a rich scarlet to a dark brown.

“I did mention them.”

“They’re the causing of yours devastation I heard.”

“Yes,” she swallows, “They have been raiding us since Mörsugur.”

“You know why?”

“Of course I don’t know. We actually don’t understand. After six years of peace… we foolishly thought the beasts were gone.”

“No guilt on that. I imagine your village suffered all those years.”

She nods.

There’s another wave of tranquil and definitely more comfortableness, before Valthjof cleared his throat, “I recall a vivid moment when I was seven, when one of my mother’s colleagues told me that dragons have their own place, not a nest nor an island, more like a… world. A world never visited by mankind.”

She frowned skeptical, “And— and you believed her?”

“I was young. I would have assumed the existence of a margýgr if someone would told me,” he chuckles contagiously with Astrid too, “She said a drunken sailor told it at her when he finished with her, adding he had seen it. And if hadn’t been for the thick fog, he could have it visualized finely.”  

Astrid smirked, not quite capable of picturing a small Valthjof awed-struck. Amusement quickly dissipated; she asked frowning, “Where supposedly would be this world?”  

“Located at the edge of ours,” he says dryly.

“I wish these beasts fell and died at the edge of the world.” responds scathingly.  

He snorts.  

“Funny? The pests are separating and ending families, and I’m sure we’re not the only village target it of their assaults—”  

"No, it’s not funny. I’m aware of how bloody and destructive their onslaughts are."

“You ever saw dragons, right?”

“Many times.”

“You had ever slay them?”

“Many times.”

She scrutinized him in the mere second restful of such ruffled talk, she kept studying him though; mindful of his sudden strain in movements, as if he was being careful in his body language, and also of the delivers of his replies. She commented nothing about it. They barely exchange glances, and just gathered their stuff and started the road back to the shore.

“Don’t expect me of me not to scold you. You were incredible irresponsible, you could have killed yourself from the height you leaped. Astrid, I love you so much, but for your stupidest you will be locked in your chamber, you will be washed and dressed inside with the assist of Hrefna, and feed by the hand of Póra. Learn the consequences of your actions,” had coldly said Cami when she met with her.

Despite following Cami’s dire instructions of Astrid not being allowed in leave her room for the six days of the voyage —Even if against her will—. Both held the knowledge of how much they cared for the one and the other. Regardless of how much Astrid wanted to wrench her sister’s frigid and despotic attitude with less courteous words, Cami’s severity displayed on her straightforwardness can’t be blamed at all. She’s been assigned an obligation; she’s acting based on what superior authority had edict her to do, whether they like it or not.

///

Purple smeared over the sky in its dawn whilst it transited into the greyish classic of the early mornings. Long, golden tresses weren’t resting in the pillow anymore, with the gown ridden up by her thighs and bent in the hip; she probed the gashes through the whitish bandages with the little aid of frail sunrays and candlelight. Though attended, the keen pangs of her feet injuries had almost made her rue her escapade.  

Howbeit it turned into a blunder, and had bothersome her sister further; not only it had irked them, it had shifted the date of the arriving to late evening of Laugardagur, and not Frjádagr as had been scheduled.  

That time has shortened, and now in only some hours they’ll reach the northern isle, they pictured it in quite the calm ambiance, that was until disagreeable news came.

It was during a second where Astrid was pondering if whether relief herself in the solitude of her gelid chamber, when a turmoil blasted and roared outside the door, followed by unintelligible mutters and indecorous swears. Hrefna kicked her way in and —with an apologetic smile, and a hurried “Good day”, hastened her in a linen bluish dress, another of those romans garments Brynhild had stolen. If she hadn’t chided her, the woman would have forgotten to even wipe her face with a cloth soaked in clean water.

“I’ll not be cleansed?” Hrefna flickered down at her, confused by the unmistakable tone of disappointment from the girl. It wasn’t the cleaning that Astrid has been complaining for days, of course not, it was the action of being bathed like she couldn’t do it by herself and the goddamned prayers, and that the servant lefts her skin chafed and reddened after the end of every bath.

“No. Later.”

Cozy in a thick fur she went out to the wide deck of the fleet, in time to watch her sister’s plain indignation expressed in her knitted brows, Valthjof seemed explaining of some stuff at her feet distanced.

She stalked towards them, eventually picking up their en going discussion.

“No,” her sister solidly interjected. “We are not gonna get down this ship,” her scowl deepened as she spats, tugging her own fluffy fur, concealing her flimsy arm-freckles and that crimson dot birthmark aloft the curve of her right shoulder.

“It is required,” he insisted.

“And they can shove up their pretty requirements wherever they choose to like,” her sister stretches her arm at her, quickly holding hands, “I’ll repeat it; no one is getting down this thing.”

Astrid’s blonde head tilts, fixing her blue eyes at Valthjof, “Are we‘ll get down?”

“He says so, a berkian boat will pick us,” responds her sister in a latent enraging.  

Her face hardens, and in such coldness —that Astrid has never heard her use ever, voiced her realization, “Because they have insolated themselves,” she juts her chin out, attempting to level her short height with his’ massiveness.

He crosses arms under his chest, “It’s a measurement of protection.”  

“Nonsenses,” she shrieks, “This secretiveness, this self-marginalization is not sane!”

Valthjof exhales resigned, chest significantly deflating at the clear remorseful for his subsequent words, “You wanted me to prattle about Berk, I denied it, but now it may be your only soothing,” he stroked his eyelids distressed, as if he’s battling an argument with himself. When he straight his back and swiped his tongue over his lips, he seems he lost it; “You two are heading to a tribe with starkly differences with yours, inhabited by people as sturdy as their soil. People who wears leather on their waists and clad-armor upon their shoulders, not linen but wool, not soft but harsh, bloodlust warriors at the best and when it comes to defend Berk,” he then sets eyes on Astrid, “And you’re the fortunate to stay there; to live, to eat, to piss and shit, to breath among them, fucking too and breeding the next heir. Better adapt quickly.”  

Astrid stiffens at the last mention, “Not a baby-oven,” she snarls baring her teeth.

He looms over her, squinting at her lithe presence, “Then prove them otherwise.”

“They’re here!” shouted someone.

"Pack your things and get in that boat," he rushes them.

“N-no,” Cami stutters.

"Here," he mutters, withdrawing two daggers from the sheaths at his sides, "You know the basis, how it works; you swing and cut."  

Disbelieving; the girls took each knife, “We don’t know how to fight,” cleared Cami.

“Aye,” he resumed his short lecture ignoring her protests, “Twice at the neck if necessary; stabbing or slitting,” making a demonstration by circling his own neck with the thumb.

That’s the last they saw of Valthjof of Berk; a ghost of a smile dancing on his thin lips and his right hand gripping his sword’s hilt, the ever proof he existed heaving in his former blades now dangling in the girls’ fingers.

At the boat two brawny men plucked their stuff away from Hrefna and Póra, barely making eye contact with them, and had already begun to unroll the flag. The older with the red tuft stared contently at Astrid.

He took a pace forward, she took one back.  

It’d made him roll his eyes. “We won’t harm you, we’ll not touch you. You are our heir’s bride,” he brushes off snot of his nose, and continues hauling the khaki rope whilst surveying her sister, “and I have understood you’re the heir of your little village.” With a final tug, the rope strained and the flag sprawls with a gentle flap, “If I want to fuck, I go with a whore, not squealing high-born girls.”    

Needless to mention neither couple exchanged words with the counterpart, if not urgently needed. And though the last path of their sailing went tensed after the offense and mere insult, it notably carried acute expectation, suspense and heightened fearfulness. And had hit Astrid disastrously, basked in Cami’s bony arms and wailing helplessly after having realize how it was actually happening, she resented and had scold herself for her weakness, but the moment had simply surpassed her; the cruelness of the Council in subtlety selling her, yes; there’s a grand reason lurking behind it, but the cost to get rid of her and bare her of decisions and a possibility for a distinct fate?  

Albeit shrouded in a fog and a night as dark as coal upon them, Berk starts clearing up at quite a decent distance.

Nearby the coast were stood two large, too burly and broad figures and one remarkably skinny. When the blurs lessens, his appearances slowly reveals, the lanky had a mop of auburn hair at top a head comically too big for his body.

And she sees green, green eyes glinting in the torchlight.

Green eyes that stride away from the shore and gaits towards her new home.

[steves-on-a-plane]

Don’t Get Attached (Pt 20)

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Words: 1426 Connor x Daughter!Reader W/ Dad!Hank Anderson Summary: Reader hits the road with Kara, Alice & Luther to find a safe place for them to hide out. It seems like they might make it to Hanks without any trouble, until they're stopped a little ways away from Hank's house.

“This one’s me.” You pointed out your car where it sat in a mostly vacant lot about half a block away from the church. You watched Alice shiver against Kara’s side as they continued to walk together. Luther loomed alertly behind all of you, Connor was at your side. He hadn’t said anything yet, but you could tell he wasn’t pleased with your decision.

“There are blankets in the car and the heat works great.” You assured Alice as you walked on.

When you reached the car, Kara ushered her daughter inside. You turned the key in the ignition and got the car started so that the heat would begin to warm up. Luther, for his part, gave the lot and the surrounding area another look around. He was suspicious of the situation, but it didn’t seem they had much of a choice other than to go with you.

“I’ll get some blankets out of the trunk!” You called to them as you popped the truck open.

“I don’t like this plan, [Y/N].” Connor confessed, now that you were alone together. “It’s dangerous.”

“I know, Connor.” You said after retrieving the blankets and slamming the trunk shut. “You’ve made it clear how you feel.” You leaned against the back of the car, still holding the blankets in your arms. “And I don’t like the idea of you going back to Cyberlife.”

“That’s different.” He told you, his jaw tightening. “I know what I’m doing. I can get in there without raising any alarms. You’re not trained for something like this. What if they stop you and start questioning you?”

“I’ve thought of that.” You assured him confidently. “I’ll tell them that Kara is my cousin. That I’ve just picked her and her husband up from the train station and we’re on our way back to Dad’s where they’re staying for a visit. They’re all in human clothes. Kara’s had her LED removed and Luther’s is covered by a ski cap. No one will suspect anything. I can do this Connor.”

“[Y/N]…I…”

“We’re running out of time, Connor. I’ve got to get on the road if I want to get to Dad’s before Markus and the others start marching and you’ve got to get to Cyberlife.” You walked away to hand the blankets off to Kara.

“I’ll call you as soon as we get home.” You promised, turning your attention back to him for a final time. You placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “For luck.” You told him with a smirk.

“My research suggests that in times of peril good-byes are usually much more romantic.” He said with a hint of forlorn in his tone.

“Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, towards school with heavy looks.” You recited for him with a wink.

“More Romeo and Juliet.” He recognized with a smile but his frown quickly returned as he remembered another passage from the play. “These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die. Like fire and powder, which as they kiss consume.”

“Hey, it’s one thing to romantically quote Shakespeare to me. It’s another to threaten me with it.” You scolded. “Dangerous or not we both know what we have to do.”

“You’ll call me as soon as you’re home?” He demanded.

“And not a second later.” You promised. You could hear police sirens in the distance. A reminder that you were running out of time. “I’ve gotta go Connor. You need your backpack.” You reached into the front passenger’s seat for the backpack that had the rest of his Cyberlife uniform inside. “Oh, and this.” You shrugged off his jacket and held it out to him.

“Keep this one warm for me?” He asked exchanging his backpack and Cyberlife jacket for the green parka he’d been wearing most of the night. “Once you get home stay inside until it’s all over.”  

You nodded in agreement and slipped your arms into the sleeves of the coat. You were glad to find that it was as warm inside as Connor’s synthetic skin always was. Like his Cyberlife jacket, the coat was slightly too big for you but its warmth gave you a sense of security. It felt like Connor was holding you in his arms. With a final kiss, Connor finally stepped aside and allowed you to get into your car. He stood and watched from the parking lot as you maneuvered the car out of the lot and drove away.

“You’re not an android?” Kara accused from the backseat. You watched her place a protective arm around Alice.

“No, I’m not.” You agreed, turning your eyes from the rearview mirror and back to the road. “But you’re safe with me.”

“Are you and that android in love?” Alice asked.

“Alice!” her mother scolded. ��It’s not polite to ask those kinds of questions.”

“It’s alright, the only way to learn something is to ask questions about it.” You told them. “Yes, Alice, Connor and I love each other.” You let the statement hang in the air for a minute. It was the first time you’d said that out loud.  “My dad’s a cop and he and Connor work together. Would you like me to tell you how we met?” Alice nodded in the backseat.

So you began to tell Alice, Kara and Luther the story of how you and Connor met. You left out any of the details that might be inappropriate for a small child, like your father’s drinking habit and his too-recent-for-comfort-game-of-Russian-Roulette. Instead you decided to focus on the sweet parts of the story like your walks with Sumo, and the night you read Romeo and Juliet together. You were just about to get to the part where you acted as a getaway car from the police station when you saw blue and red lights in your rearview.

“Everyone stay calm.” You instructed. “Just act normal, they have no reason to suspect that we’re not who we say we are.” You pulled your car off to the side of the road and waited for the officer who’d pulled you over to approach. You felt relief at the sight of one of the two figures that swaggered over to you. Along with a uniformed office you didn’t know, you recognized detective Gavin Reed from your father’s precinct. From your previous encounters with him, Gavin could be thick as a post sometimes. Gavin rapped on your window, not recognizing you at first.

“License and registration please.” He said before crouching down and lowering his sunglasses. “[Y/N]? [Y/N] Anderson?”

“Hey Reed.” You greeted him politely. “You still need my license and registration?” You asked.

“It’s a formality.” He shrugged. “Got have it for everyone we stop.”

“I understand.” You nodded. You retrieved the required paperwork from your glovebox and handed it over.

“And, ah, who are your friends?” He pointed to the backseat.

“My cousin Kara, her husband Luther and their daughter Alice. We’ve been planning this visit for weeks! They were supposed to stay at my place in the center of the city but those fucking androids ruined our plans. You can’t get anywhere because of them.” You rolled your eyes. “We’re on our way to dads.”

“Your old man at home?” He pushed his shades back up the bridge of his nose. “His android gave me a fucking knock on the head, and I want to return the favor.”

“I have no idea if he’s at home, but I willing to bet he’s nowhere near that plastic fuck.” You shook your head. “Dad never wanted that thing around anyway.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He nodded before handing you back your license and registration. “You better get going. Who knows what those fucking androids are planning to do next? They’re clear!” He shouted to the uniformed office before walking back towards the patrol car. You rolled up your window and drove away.

“I can’t believe that fucking worked.” You sighed, feeling like you could breathe again for the first time in five minutes. “Sorry Alice, I’m sure your parents have taught you before that swearing is for grown-ups.”

Oh, we’re not her…” Kara began to say but after exchanging a glance with Luther she let the sentence trail off. “I guess we kind of are.” Kara smiled at the idea before launching into her own tale of how she became deviant to protect Alice from her abusive father and how they’d come to find Luther at the house of a human they thought they could trust.

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[moodycastiel-writes]

sacrifice

summary: reader undertakes the trials to close the gates of hell in sam’s place. this is a little au that takes place during the season eight finale!

pairing: sister!reader and winchesters

warnings: angst. lots and lots of angst. foul language. y’know, the usual. there’s not a happy ending with this one. please don’t hate me (:

author’s note: i wasn’t originally going to write the confession, but i had a lot of ideas on how to establish a relationship between reader and the brothers, and i felt having her confess to her sins would make her more of an empathetic character. so yes, this is a small au that i had in mind where reader is sam & dean’s older sister who does the trials instead of sam. (((oh, also, cas does end up believing metatron and him and naomi kill metatron so the angels never fall.))) ((double also, crowley calls reader ‘fatale’, which is a rocky and bullwinkle reference, since he calls sam and dean moose and squirrel. just wanted to throw that out there in case anyone was confused to that reference!)) anywho, yeah, i hope y’all enjoy!!

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You could hear your blood pounding in your ears as you stood at vestibule of the run-down church, your shaking hand loosely holding on to the can of red spray paint, eyes trained on the devil’s trap you painted. This was it. Everything that has happened this past year is finally coming to an end.

You let out an uneven breath as the doors opened gently, the heavy footsteps of your brothers approaching you with caution.

“Do you have him?” you asked, not bothering to lift your tired eyes to meet them.

“Yeah,” Sam spoke, a level of uncertainty to his voice. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I have to,” you answered, turning around curtly and brushing past Sam and Dean, leaving the church as you neared the Impala. It was only a few moments before they were both at your side again, the hot sun doing little to warm the permanent chill that settled into your soul when you first started the trials.

“We should get started,” you said, turning to Dean, “the sooner the better.”

Dean nodded his head and smiled at you, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He opened the trunk and pulled out a handcuffed Crowley, completely at your disposal. Dean walked the demon into the church to get him ready, leaving you alone with Sam.

“How are you holding up?” he asked you as you grabbed the jar of holy oil from the back seat.

“Fine,” you responded, an unintentional iciness to your voice. “I’ll be better when this is all over.”

Dean walked back outside to meet you and Sam, wiping his hands on his pants. “Crowley’s all prepped and primed,” he turned to look at you, “How we feeling about this?”

“Honestly?” you asked, looking between your younger brothers, “Good. Better than what I have in a while. I think we’re finally going to win. This is all going to be over,” you sighed, a ghost of a smile appearing on your face for the first time in a long while.

Sam clapped a hand on your shoulder, but Dean cleared his throat behind you two. “All right, well, no dancing in the end zone until we're finished. What's the good father's playbook say now?”

You looked around the outside of the church eyes falling over the stained-glass windows. “Well... Now that we got the consecrated ground, I just, uh,” you cleared your throat, “I slip Crowley one dose of blood every hour for eight hours and seal the deal with a bloody-fist sandwich. That oughta do it.”

“Your blood's supposed to be purified, isn't it?” Dean remembered, “You ever, uh -- you ever done the ‘forgive me, father’ before?”

You shook your head, gaze dropping to the ground. “No, never. I have no idea what I should even say,” you admitted.

A thousand things were running through your head. All the countless times you’ve fucked up over the years. From the second your mother burned on the ceiling of Sam’s nursery to now, there was so many things you could confess. All the lies and betrayals, the murders and all the innocent people you’ve let die. Tears pricked your eyes, but you cleared your throat and blinked them away.

“Well, I could give you some suggestions,” Dean tried.

“O-okay, yeah. Sure,” anything could help.

“Alright,” he glanced at Sam, who had a disapproving look on his face. “Well, there was the whole siding with the demons thing. Or, um, ditching me when we were in Purgatory. Saying yes to Michael. Oh, also—”

“I get it!” you cut him off, not believing all the things he was currently throwing in your face. A wave of guilt washed over you, and an unsettling silence washed over you three.

“Well, we’re not getting any younger,” you finally said, passing Sam the jar of holy oil before making your way to the church.

“Hey!” Dean called after you, “Maybe open what you did to Penny Markle? In the sixth grade?”

You shot him a confused look, “That was you.”

Dean paused, the memory of what he did to poor Penny coming back to him. Clearing his throat, he waved you off. “Nevermind! Carry on.”

You rolled your eyes at him and made your way back into the church, closing the door behind you. You did you best to ignore Crowley’s eyes following your every move as you walked into the confession room, taking a seat on the bench.

“Okay,” you let out a shaky breath, “if anyone is listening, here we go.” You paused, your eyes screwing shut tightly. “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” A cool blast of wind rushed by you, ruffling through your hair. You took it as a sign that someone, somewhere was listening, and continued on. “I have made a lot of mistakes. I have so many regrets, so many sins, that I don’t even know where to begin. I watched my brothers die, so many times, for what? To fulfill some stupid prophecy? I should have protected them. I—” you stumbled on your words, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

You wiped at your face and continued on. “I never should have let Dean sell his soul for Sam. It should have been me. I was supposed to do everything I could to protect those boys. If I just strapped on a pair, Dean never would have went to hell, and the seals never would have been broken. This is all my fault. I have to fix it.” The tears were falling freely down your face now, but you didn’t care enough to wipe them away. “I shouldn’t have let Sam ever say yes to Lucifer. I could have said yes. He never would have gone to Hell and lost his soul. It’s all on me.”

You took in another shaky breath, trying to calm down. “Leaving Dean alone in Purgatory… I don’t even know what I was thinking. I was so stupid,” you let out a humorless laugh. “I thought I was doing my best to protect him, but deep down I was trying to get away from him. From Sam. I caused so much pain in their lives, that it would be better if I just disappeared from their lives all together. 

“But those things I’ve confessed, those sins I’ve committed, they’re not even the icing on the cake. I have so many things just piling up that I could sit here forever, but I don’t have enough time. My greatest sin, the tip of the iceberg… What I want forgiveness from the most is how,” your voice broke as you choked back a sob. “My greatest sin is how many times I’ve let my brothers down.”

An ache settled in your chest as you confessed what you never thought you’d say out loud in a million years. Another breeze of wind brushed past you, and you took it as a sign that your confession was over. You wiped your face, leaving behind all the traces of your confession in that booth and stepped out, your guilt weighing on your soul heavier than before.

Crowley stared at you with a smug look on his face, no doubt he heard everything you had just said. Eyeing a roll of duct tape on the table with your gun, the needle, and holy water, you grabbed it and ripped a piece off, tightly taping the demon’s mouth shut.

“Not a word,” you sneered, walking out of the church. You saw Sam and Dean talking with Castiel at the Impala in hushed tones. You couldn’t make out what they were saying from the distance you were at, and crept closer to them to make something out.

“—You’re asking us to leave her, Cas. Now, if anybody needs a chaperone while doing all the heavy lifting, it’s [y/n]” you were able to make out from Dean’s whispering. His confession about you was like a slap in the face. Did he really not trust you that much? Thinking you needed a chaperone for everything you did?

“You should you,” you announced, startling your brothers. You knew Cas was aware of your presence, and did nothing to acknowledge him.

They turn to look at you, a guilty look on their faces. “Seriously,” you added, not wanting to continue this conversation.

“Yeah, and leave you alone with the King of Hell? Really?”

You frowned at Dean, not understanding why he can’t trust you to do this one thing. Did he really expect so little of you where he is always prepared for you to fuck up and need someone to clean up your mess?

“Yes, really,” you snapped. You ignored the look of hurt that crossed over his face. “You two can’t do anything to help me. This is on me. I think I can get through one little thing without fucking it up.”

“[Y/n], you know that’s not what this is about,” Sam said gently. “It’s not that we don’t trust you. We don’t trust Crowley.”

“Crowley is bound to where he sits,” you argued, “nothing, not even the king of Hell, can get through both a devil’s trap and the chains we have him in.”

“Fine,” Dean said, “Start the injections now. If we’re not back in eight hours, finish it, no questions, no hesitation.”

“Yeah,” was all you responded. Castiel placed a hand on each of your brother’s shoulders and with the flap of his wings he was gone, leaving you alone at the church. With a heavy sigh, you made your way back into the building, facing Crowley. His words to you were muffled under the duct tape, but that didn’t stop him from blabbing. With a roll of your eyes, you ripped the tape off of his mouth, ignoring his wince of pain.

“You really think injecting me with human blood is gonna make me human? Did you read that on the back of a cereal box?”

You ignored the demon as you picked up the needle, pushing it into the vein in your arm. You drew enough blood and slowly ejected it, and walked over to Crowley.

“Are you listening to me, brat?”

“Shut up,” you sneered, thrusting the needle into his neck. He howled in pain as you yanked the needle away.

“You're miles out of your league, kid,” Crowley barked at you as you turned your back on him.

“See you in an hour,” you called over your shoulder, walking to the table at the altar. Your arms began to glow that golden color that always appeared after you completed the trials. Why was it showing up now? You bit back your pain, your hands forming into tight fists, waiting for the pain to go away. When the light finally faded from your veins, you let out a breath of relief and sunk to the ground, your back resting against the altar. You looked up at the cracked statue of Jesus on the cross and closed your eyes, waiting for your watch to beep, signalling the next round of injections.

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When your watched finally beeped after an agonizingly long hour, your were up on your feet as fast as you could get, the needle already in your hand. You ejected more blood from your veins into the syringe and made your way back over to Crowley, who looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You ignored the look in his eyes and issued the second dose of injections into his neck. In the blink of an eye, Crowley’s head turned and his teeth sank into your forearm, hard enough to draw blood.

“What the fuck!” you exclaimed in pain, drawing your arm back and clutching the new wound in pain. You gave him an exasperated look before punching the demon across the face. “Seriously? Biting? What are we, five?”

You shook your head as you walked away from him, placing the needle back onto the table. You spared Crowley another bitch-face as you walked out of the church, slamming the door behind you. You walked to the trunk of the Impala and grabbed bandages to wrap up your arm. As you secured the bandages, your arms began to glow again, and you fell to the rubble on your knees.

“Stop it,” you groaned as the light grew brighter. “Please.”

Finally, the light faded again, leaving you struggling to get a grip on your breathing. With struggle, you turned your body to sit upright against the Impala, your head falling back, staring at the sky. The sun had begun to set in the distance, the sky painted with beautiful sparks of color.

“I can do this,” you whispered determined to yourself, “I can do this.”

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Another hour had passed by and you made your way back into the church, stuffing more bandages in your pocket before doing so. At the sound of the door opening and closing, you heard Crowley chuckle.

“How we doin’, Fatale? Ready for another round of injections?” he asked, a joyous tune to his voice. You ignored him and filled the syringe with another dose of your blood.

“Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes,” he began singing, you instantly recognizing the David Bowie song, “turn and face the strange. Ch-ch-changes, just gonna have to be a different man. Time may change me, but I can't trace—”

His singing was cut off by a loud sound, the church beginning to rumble. You quickly turned to face Crowley who seemed unfazed by the sudden shock to the church.

“What did you do?” you shouted at him over the sound of the quake. He remained stoic, but the hint of a devilish smirk rose to his face. The floorboards began to creak under your feet, a large crack running down until it severed the devil’s trap that you painted right down the center.

“Did you really think you could kidnap the King of Hell and no one was gonna notice, dumb nuts?”

An expression of fury and fear took over your features as the door to the church were ripped open, Abbadon revealing herself on the other side of the door.

“Now that’s what I call an entrance,” she gloated, patting herself on the back.

“Abbadon?” Crowley questioned. “They told me you were dead.”

“So not.”

“Where’s the rest of the cavalry?”

“It’s just little ol’ unkillable me,” she smirked. You turned quickly, reaching for your discarded gun, but with a wave of her hand, Abbadon sent you flying across the church and into the wall, your head slamming against the wood. You groaned as you landed on your stomach, your vision going blurry.

“Brilliant. Why send in a few grunts when you can send in a knight? Say your prayers, Fatale,” Crowley smirked. You tried to get up, but the Knight waved her hand again and sent you through the stained glass window to your right, immediately falling unconscious.

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When you came back to, it took you a minute to remember what had happened. You scrambled to your feet, hoping not a lot of time had passed in your impromptu siesta. Looking around for a weapon that you could use against Abbadon, your eyes settled on the jar of holy oil you had given to Sam. He must of left it for you, in cast of an emergency. You let out a silent thank you and patted your jacket pockets, striking gold when you felt your father’s lighter in your pocket.

You crept to the entrance of the church where the doors were still open and peered inside, eyes landing on Abbadon hovering over Crowley. You snuck inside, careful to step around any loose pieces of wood to prevent any unnecessary noises to alert your presence.

“Right now, you and I are going to talk about a regime change,” Abbadon said, crouching down to send another punch to Crowley’s face.

“You little whore,” he barked, “I am your king!”

She punched him again, this time hard enough to shut him up. When she went to stand back up, you ran forward and threw the holy oil over her body.

“Burn, bitch,” you spat, throwing the lighter on her. You watched with a smirk as her body lit up in flames and she screamed in pain as her vessel burned. Her mouth opened wide and she exited the body before any further harm was done to her, and she escaped the church in a flash of black smoke.

Without wasting any time, you made work of picking Crowley back up and fixing the chair so it was back in the devil’s trap. He groaned as he came back to consciousness, watching you with a glint of something… admiration, maybe? to his eyes.

“You did good back there, Fatale,” he congratulated you. “I'll deny it if you ever quote me, but I'm a proud man. I'm proud of you.”

You ignored his comment, instead focused on gabbing the can of spray paint you left on the table to fix the trap where it broke.

“Wait, what are you doing?” he asked.

“What does it look like?” you snapped, overly agitated at the events that had just transpired. You finished up the devil’s trap and threw the can to the side, it clattering to the ground noisily.

“Are you joking?” he asked, incredulously. “I just saved your life!”

“Seriously?” you dead-panned.

“Seriously? Me, seriously? We just shared a foxhole, you and I. We beat back the Tet Offensive, outrun the --the Rape of Nanking together! And still you're gonna do me like this?!”

You ignored his tangent and grabbed the needle, filling it up with your blood and jamming it into his neck before he could get another word in.

“Aah! Aah!” he exclaimed in pain, before a whole new emotion washed over him. “Band of Brothers? The Pacific?” he asked. “None of this means anything to you? All those motels, you never once watched HBO, not once?” You shook your head at him, confused at where he was going. “Girls? You're my Marnie, Fatale. A-and Hannah, she just—she needs to be loved. She deserves it. Don't we all—you, me; we deserve to be loved. I deserve to be loved!” he shouted, before lowering his voice back down to a whisper, “I just want to be loved.”

You cocked your head the the demon. “What?” you asked.

A confused look washed over him, and his expression mirrored yours. “What?”

As the moment of Crowley’s tangent passed, a wave of fatigue passed over you. The pain of where the needle was injecting into you suddenly took a toll on you. You walked back over to the table and placed it down, grabbing the spare bandages from your pocket. You wrapped where the puncture wounds were tightly, wishing right about now you had some extra strength tylenol. You took more blood from your opposite arm, wanted to be prepared for the next dose of injections just in case something else was going to happen.

“Would it be possible, Fatale, I’d like to ask you a favor,” Crowley spoke, his voice sounded drained and exhausted. “[Y/n], earlier you were confessing back there, and… well, I didn’t hear much, not really, so I’d like to know what you said.” You gave him a look that read ‘that’ll never happen.’ At the sight of your expression, he instantly clarified his statement. “ I only ask because, given my history...it raises the question... Where do I start...to even look for forgiveness? I mean…” he trailed off.

You paused, shocked at the revelation. The cure, it was working.

“You start with this.”

You held the needle out in your hand, showing him what you meant. Crowley tilts his head to the side, exposing his neck where the marks of the past injections were. You gently pushed the needle through at his submission, and unlike the past ones, he showed no signs of pain, but rather contentment.

“This is going to work, Crowley,” you reassured. “You’re going to be cured, and you’ll be redeemed. I promise.”

A gust of wind blasted through the church, and your arms began to glow again, but this time there was no pain. “We’re almost done,” you whispered, not sure Crowley even heard you. “It’s time.”

You took a deep breath and began the exorcism, the final piece to purify him. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, hanc animam redintegra, lustra.”

As you pulled your knife from its holder, the light grew brighter, and you sliced across your palm. You walked closer to Crowley, and as you were about to feed him your blood, footsteps barreled through the church.

“[Y/n]! Stop!,” you turned at the noise, coming face to face with the worried looks of your brothers. You backed up from them, your hip bumping into the arm of Crowley’s chair, a confused expression on your face.

“Easy there,” Sam coaxed gently, putting his hands up. “Take a deep breath.”

“There’s been a slight change of plans,” Dean said, slightly more aggressive than Sam.

“What? What’s going on?” you asked. “Where’s Cas?”

“Metatron lied,” Sam explained. “Him and Naomi are going to confront him.”

You shook your head at him, still not understanding what was going on.

“You finish these trials, you’re dead,” Dean said bluntly, trying to get you to understand what was happening. You looked between your two brothers, then back at Crowley. You scoffed and shook your head, looking back to face them.

“So?” you said, your voice slightly breaking.

Sam and Dean’s faces melted from worry to an emotion you couldn’t place, but it was somewhere along the lines of hurt and betrayal. Betrayal. Even now, after you’ve confessed and sought forgiveness, you were still letting your brothers down in ways you couldn’t stop. It had to stop. Finishing these trials with your death, it’ll all stop.

“Look at him!” you exclaimed, pointing down to Crowley. “Look at him! Look at how close we are! Other people will die if I don't finish this! Who cares about me?”

You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes, but you ignored the sensation. Dean took a small step forward, his brow creasing. “Think about it. Think about what we know, huh? Pulling souls from hell, curing demons, hell, ganking a Hellhound! We have enough knowledge on our side to turn the tide here. But we can't do it without you.”

“You can barely do it with me,” you fired back immediately. The confused look on his face egged you to continue. “I mean, you think I screw up everything I try. You think I need a chaperone, remember?” you couldn’t help the single tear that fell from your eyes as your voice cracked on the last word.

Sam frowned. “That’s not what he meant—”

“No, that’s exactly what he meant!” you exclaimed, cutting him off. You let out a humorless chuckle. “You want to know what I confessed in there?” you asked, pointing to the confession booth with the hand that you didn’t cut. “Do you want to know what my ultimate sin was? The thing that held me down the most?”

When neither of them answered, you continued. “My greatest sin was—is— how many times I’ve let the two of you down. I can’t keep doing it. Not again. Finishing this, it’ll end it all.”

“[Y/N]—” Sam tried, but you continued talking.

You held back a sob as the tears finally began falling. “You two don’t trust me anymore, I can see it in the way you look at me. Like I need one of you with me at all times. You haven’t trusted me in a long time, and it took me awhile to realize it, but now that I have I feel so fucking stupid for not seeing it before.” Another humorless laugh escaped your lips.

“I know I’ll never earn your trust back, there’s nothing else I can do to prove that I love you both more than anything. You don’t see it, and I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired of watching you guys turn to other people when you get sick of me.” At their confused expressions, you elaborated. “Who will it be next? Another demon? Another angel? Another vampire?” You shook your head.

“You have no idea what it feels like to see the two people you thought—”

“Hold on, hold on!” Dean cut you off, finally breaking you from your tangent.

“You seriously think that?” Sam questioned, taking a step forward to be back in-line with his brother. “Because none of it, none of it is true.”

“Listen, [Y/n],” Dean began, “I know we’ve had our disagreements, all of us, okay? Hell, I know I have said some really fucked up things to get you thinking the way you are but you need to understand… I killed Benny to save you. I'm willing to let this bastard and all the sons of bitches that killed mom walk because of you. Don't you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you! It has never been like that, ever! I need you to see that. I'm begging you.”

Your shoulders slumped at his confession, and the tears fell faster from your eyes. You looked between Sam and Dean, then down at your bleeding hand, and in a split second you made your decision. You turned and brought your hand up to Crowley’s mouth, and instantaneously you felt him drinking your blood. The pounding in your ears resumed, and you barely heard Sam shouting words of protest behind you.

You pulled your hand away, and the light erupted throughout your entire body. “Kah-nuh-ahm-dahr,” you whispered. Crowley let out a gasp, his eyes flicking to his demonic red, then faded completely back to his human eye color.

“It worked,” you laughed, turning to face your brothers. They looked at you with wide eyes, not daring to move. You had no time to celebrate your victory of the trials, instead a large rumbling echoed throughout the church, and the ground began to crack again.

This time, underneath the cracks in the ground, a hellish light peeked through, eating away at the floorboards. A hole opened up underneath your feet and you jumped back far enough to the edge, opposite of your brothers as your watched with wide eyes as black smoke broke through all the windows of the church, glass shattering everywhere. The sound of hundreds, if not thousands, of demons screamed as they were forced back into hell against their will. The wind picked up harshly and you were thrown back from the portal to hell, losing the sight of Sam and Dean through the smoke.

When every last demon was through the portal, it closed up tightly, no signs of what had just happened anywhere. When the smoke cleared and the dust settled, you looked across to your brothers, a smile creeping up on your face.

“I did it,” you whispered, pinching yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

Your heart hammered in your chest and you groaned at the pressure, stammering back an inch. Immediately, Sam and Dean were at your side as your legs began to give out, helping you to the ground. “I did it,” you repeated, your voice getting weaker, your eyelids becoming heavier.

“Yeah, [Y/N],” Sam sniffled, “you did it.” He gripped your hand tightly, squeezing it in his large one.

You smiled weakly up at him, using what little strength you had to squeeze his hand back. You looked to your other side to Dean, whose eyes were red-rimmed.

“I’m s-sorry,” you whispered at him, at the both of them.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Dean said, finally looking over your pale form.

“You have to… you have to promise me,” you croaked out, struggling to get out your final words. You coughed, doubling over as it overpowered you. Raising your free hand to your mouth, you coughed up blood into it. “No bringing me back,” you finally said. “I’m at peace.”

“You can’t ask us to do that,” Sam said. You turned to look back at him, smiling sadly at him. You grabbed Dean’s hand with your free hand, feeling your last breaths creep up on you. You could have sworn you’d seen a person standing over Sam’s shoulder, but they had disappeared before your vision could focus.

“I love you both, so much,” you whispered, you eyes falling shut. Your grip on your brothers’ hands loosened, and your chest stopped rising and falling. Your head lulled to the side, your body completely still.

You stood over your two brothers, holding your body in their arms as they wept for you. A cold hand rested on your shoulder, and you turned around with a gasp.

“Tessa,” you said, staring at the reaper.

“[Y/N],” she greeted, a welcoming smile on her face. “It’s time.”

You nodded your head and she stuck out her hand. You spared one last look at your baby brothers, and grabbed her hand in yours, your soul leaving Earth to face judgement. You did not know where you were going to end up, if your final quest was good enough to outweigh all the shit you’ve done in your life.

You knew that Sam and Dean would be okay. They always were without you.

[rixxy8173571m3w1p3]

With You In The Rain

First and foremost, I thank @dorkydisappointment for allowing me to write a fic based off of their fic In The Rain but from the readers pov. I was so impressed by how ethereal as well as the ambiguous quality to their fic which left it a mystery as to the Rick in question. I hope you'll keep on writing @dorkydisappointment, you really left an impression on me. Hopefully you'll enjoy this

So, references to the other rain shower can be found in my fic An Interdimensional Moment With You, and again please go read @dorkydisappointment fic In The Rain if you haven't already.

In this fic the reader takes advantage of the situation

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An evening stroll ended the moment overcast skies released their downpour, and you two stood under the cover of an aged Magnolia tree. “W-we gotta - I sh-should have checked the weather report.”

“It's okay, it was nice while it lasted. Besides, nothings wrong with a little rain.”

Or so you said. Rain, it brought with it memories of life and death; of beauty and ugliness; of power and hopelessness, but altogether it didn't detract from your enjoyment of it.

“Gosh, I-I wonder how long it will last.” he commented, passing a hand through his hair.

You didn't know, but a part of you hoped it wouldn't be anytime soon. You leaned into his side, seeking the warmth which radiated off him, relishing how it warmed your cool skin. For his part, having noticed that you were still getting wet, had moved, so that his back would shield you from the water; which must have appeared from the cars driving by as though you two were making out. This thought appealed to you. Currently unconcerned by appearances, he asked softly. “Is th-this okay?”

Was it? Your poor man was getting drenched by the rain. Yet, thoughts of a similar rain shower stirred up soft feelings of nostalgia; of a soft affection which over time simmered, and slightly burned. “I don't know. Is it?”

Leaning towards you in an attempt to cover you as much as he could, you felt his breath feathering your ear, and if weren't for the rain, he'd surely hear your racing heart. “I-I-I hope this is better.”

Whether it was oblivious to him, or you were finding new attractive qualities all the time, you found that it was not helping, but worsening this affliction. Back then, all those months ago, you had felt a quiet desperation on your part, wanting to appreciate as much of him as you could before he disappeared to who knows where. Though, this time, there was no boundary, no limit which hindered and choked this feeling. You were free to do as you wished, which was both a blessing and a curse.“Rick?”

“Hmm?”

“I don't need protection from the rain.”

“Th-the what do you need?”

Like usual he was almost asking for it and just as no two rain showers were alike, neither would an exact moment such as this ever happen again. Yes, it would be cliché, but with him, you could afford to be as such when you confessed in your girlish voice, “I only need you.”

You then captured his mouth in a soft kiss, his surprise making it all the sweeter as his scent intermingled with the essence of the magnolias dripping along the sides of the trunk; permeating the air, intoxicating you from the very start. Entranced, he seemed to mold into you, melting with every second which passed. Cars zipped by, and it was possible that you two were being watched from some apartment from the third floor of the apartment complex across the street, but neither of you cared. Rain gave allowances for this.

Resting your hand over his heart, you felt how it was slowly matching the rhythm of yours and if you didn't know any better, you'd think your two hearts were beating as one. This man, this wonderful, soft, gentle man, you knew he'd follow you to the ends of the earth if you asked him, always being in want of your affection, and anything he'd ask you'd give him at this moment. Instead, you pulled away so you could breathe, and aware or unconsciously Zeta-7 chased after your retreating mouth, and your heart swelled with affection at his earnestness. “Easy there Ricky,” you giggled despite how serious this was to him. “let me catch my breath first.”

“I'm - I'm sorry.”

“Don't be. I think it's cute.”

Oh, you shouldn't tease him as you do, but it was almost like a gentle punishment for him being such a charmer. And well, you loved how much he wanted you as he did because you wanted him all the more. And at first, he was somewhat disappointed, but your joy was infectious, and soon he settled into his natural contentment. Later, the rain got heavier, and there was no possible way he could shield you completely, but you smiled at him for his effort. “I think you're better off here in my arms where it's warm. Wouldn't you agree?”

With him, you could nearly forget the heavy rain. And when you held in a tight embrace, you felt at home, and you were like one body, taking a deep breath as you two relinquished yourselves to this marvelous natural phenomenon which could only heighten your interest in one another. Caressing his hair, he leaned into your touch, and you wished time could stand still so you could savor this calming moment. Yet, while you still had the chance, you'd make sure that his smile didn't leave his face as you stood with him watching the rain.

Fin

[looking-for-todd]

“I have a boyfriend” - Dick Grayson/Nightwing

Anon asked:  “How about a Dick Grayson imagine where his s/o gets kidnapped and they don’t know that they’re Nightwing so when Nightwing saves her and is about to kiss her she’s like woah boy sorry I got a boyfriend!!!! I’m sorry if it’s confusing😅😅😅 P.s love the blog ❤️️”

A/N: I’m sorry once again for taking so long. It wasn’t confusing at all, thank you for your request! Hope you like it! If not, let me know so that I can rewrite/correct it.

Warnings: Swear Words; Kidnapping

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“Shit I forgot my wallet!” you gasped as you entered your house and put your phone on the table.

You quickly opened the door and ran to the store you left about 10 minutes ago.

“No!” you slowed your run to a fast pace as you reached the building that was now dark and silent. “Closed.” you sighed tired and leaned your back against the wall sliding until your body hit the ground.

You were breathing heavily and you didn’t notice someone standing in front of you. You raised your head and gasped before feeling a strong bang in your head. 

A strong scent of dirty socks and mold entered your nostrils and filled your lungs making you wake up coughing. You were feeling dizzy and all you could see was dark You tried to move but both your hands and feet were tied with a strong rope. You didn’t know where you were, it was a small space and it seemed to be moving. You realized you were kidnapped and trapped in a car trunk.

You were panicking. You had no idea who kidnapped you or where they were taking you, most importantly, why they did it and what they intended to do to you.

The car suddenly stopped and your body crashed against the hard inside of the trunk, making you groan in pain. You could hear the car’s front doors opening followed by steps. Fortunately, instead of hearing the steps getting closer, whoever was there was walking away. That made you feel relieved but scared at the same time. Where were they going? You wanted to get out of there but, deep down, you weren’t sure if it was the best option.

“(Y/N), I’m home.” Dick said as he entered your shared house. “(Y/N)..? he called furrowing his brows. You always answer him when he gets home. He walked towards the kitchen in hopes of finding you listening to music with your headphones on but, instead, he was faced with an empty and silent kitchen, your phone and shopping bags on the counter.

 He immediately searched the whole house for you and got very worried when you were nowhere to be seen. He knew you would never leave the house without your phone, even when you forgot it you would come back to get it, no matter where you were. Seeing no signs of a break in, no footsteps and nothing broken or out of place he figured you might’ve left the house before anyone could get to you. It was impossible to know where you had gone so he decided to go to the last place you went before coming home: the supermarket.

As he got there his heart almost jumped out of his chest when he saw it was closed. Great. If you weren’t here then he had absolutely no idea where you could be. He grabbed his hair in desperation as he started to walk around mumbling swear words and promises to find you. His mind was racing but something on the ground caught his attention. He crouched next to it to examine it. "Guess someone forgot to clean the tires of their car.” he touched the mud marks and looked at his fingers afterward “Not dry.” he smirked knowing exactly where you were.

It was getting late but you fought to keep your eyes open, you couldn’t fall asleep! The ticking of your clock echoed in the compartment each second that went by and that constant sound was making it more difficult for you to stay awake.

“It’s a fine one, boss!” a voice said and your heart started to beat so fast you were afraid they could hear it.

“We’ll see about that.” a deeper voice responded now closer to the trunk.

A second later the trunk door was opened revealing three strangers standing before you. You closed your eyes and turned your head the other way because of the strong flashlight that was being pointed at your face. You heard a chuckle followed by that voice again. “A fine one, indeed.” the man in the middle said amused. “Get her off.”

Two strong hands grabbed your body and you screamed for them to get their hands off you. “Scream all you want” the man holding you said “No one can hear you here.” he laughed and you finally had a chance to look around. You were in a farm, about 2km away from the city. Tears started to form in your eyes as your panic rose. You tried to steady your breaths in order to calm yourself.

“W-What do you want from me?” you managed to ask.

“You’ll see soon enough.” was the only answer you received and you didn’t dare to ask anything else.

A loud noise of a metal door opening was heard and you started to scream once again, terrified of what you might find inside that door. Before they could push you inside, a figure appeared in front of you knocking the other two men unconscious. The one carrying you held out a gun at the figure but they easily disarmed the man punching him in the face and making him fall backward. You stared surprised at the stranger and as they stepped into the moonlight, a big blue bird appeared on their chest. “Nightwing!” you hugged the vigilante, relieved and, to your surprise, he hugged you back even tighter than you did. “Thank you so much” the tears finally fell, rolling down your face.

“I’m so glad I got here on time.” he whispered.

“How did you know where I was, anyway?” you looked at him, curiosity filling your eyes.

“I saw fresh tire marks with mud next to the supermarket and found it odd they weren’t dry since the supermarket had been closed for some time. Even if there was nothing wrong going on, it was a way of curing my curiosity and boredom.” he lied  "Since this is the closest farm to the city, I decided to check it out. And I am so glad I did.“ he confessed, smiling. He stared at you for some seconds and then started to lean to you to kiss you.

Realising what was happening you put your hand on his chest and took a step back. He looked at you and seemed confused for a moment. "I think you got the wrong impression.” you started “I’m very grateful for what you did for me, I really am but, I have a boyfriend who I love very much, sorry.”

“Oh!” he quickly said, his eyes widening “There’s no need to apologize, I am the one who’s sorry! I totally understand.” he laughed in an embarrassed way “It’s so good to see that there are still faithful people around these days” he added and you could swear he seemed to be proud of you, but you didn’t think much of it. “Well, I guess I should take you home now.”

You nodded “Please.”

[suirenshinju]

Wormwood the Warlock

Twenty years. Twenty bloody, hellish years, and for what? The long awaited gratification of conquest and glory? No! The friendship of a little goody-goody princess and a “second chance”. What a fool King Roland must be, as if years of abuse and neglect would simply be forgotten by his master, and what of his own indignities? Wormwood had suffered alongside Cedric all those years, their partnership built on the mutual desire for power and recognition of their overlooked greatness. Cedric had been weak, human nature no doubt, but they’d be back to the evil drawing board the minute the royals had their backs turned.

At least that’s what the raven thought would happen…

Like a drowning rat, Cedric clutched to the lifeline the king had thrown him, whether compelled by fear or desiring absolution, Wormwood couldn’t tell anymore. The sorcerer had been growing soft for years now, ever since Sofia came into their lives. In two years she’d undone two decades worth of damage, all with her unfettered belief in the man. It didn’t make any sense! Why had her friendship changed him so much? He thought since that speaking potion gave him the ability to communicate with Cedric, they’d only grow closer, but they hadn’t. In fact, the lines between them became more distinct. Cedric wasn’t like him after all, not truly.

It was abundantly clear to the raven that if he wanted to take over the kingdom, he’d have to do it himself, only there was one obvious problem preventing his takeover: his present form, a problem he reckoned his craft and cunning could rectify provided his dear master wasn’t suspicious of his intentions.

“Cedric, I’ve been thinking,” Wormwood announced as he flew into the tower one morning fresh from his first flight of the day to stretch his wings. He landed on his perch as the sorcerer looked up from his spell books. “Wouldn’t it be beneficial to both your work and our friendship if I were of the same species?”

“Oh? The animal to human transformation, Wormy?” Cedric raised a curious eyebrow. “But you love being a raven and hate when I use magic on you.”

“I do, but it does get a little droll simply watching you all day. I’d like to try it. If I don’t like it, you can always change me back.”

“Well I suppose there’s no harm in trying. Let’s have a looksee,” Cedric said, flipping quickly through his book to find the right page as Wormwood flew to his shoulder. “Hm, alright. Shouldn’t be all that complicated. Some room, Wormy.”

Wormwood hopped off Cedric’s shoulder and stood on the floor, a bit hesitant his master’s tendency to bungle spells would flare and he’d end up a roast raven.

Cedric cleared his throat and began flicking his wand in rhythm with the spell, “May this creature I am seeing, transform into a human being: Corvus Humanus!”

The raven gulped and forced himself to stay still as the sparkling stream of magic erupted from Cedric’s wand and struck his chest, a warm feeling spreading throughout his body and growing. He honestly thought the spell might have failed until he opened his green eyes and found himself level with Cedric’s.

“Oh Wormy! That’s the smoothest transformation spell I’ve ever done!” Cedric put his hands on his hips and put his nose in the air proudly. “And you look marvelous!”

Wormwood glanced down at the trunk of his body, clothed in a deep midnight suit with a ruffled collar. He was about Cedric’s size, although slightly fuller in figure, but paler in complexion. He stepped to a nearby mirror to examine his face: he had bushy eyebrows and dark, feathery hair flaring at the ends, a beak-like nose, and a wide grin that spread as he gazed upon the first of what he hoped would be many successes. “Dare I say, you’ve out done yourself, Cedric.”

Cedric chuckled proudly. “How does it feel?”

“Heavy, if I’m honest,” Wormwood smirked and took a few steps around, flexing his fingers as he did so to make sure he’d make no clumsy mistakes in this new form. He tested it by trying to pick up a nearby beaker and still found himself unsteady gripping with only one hand and required the other. “And I’ve never had such dexterity… this could take a lot of getting used to.”

“I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it,” Cedric smiled in encouragement. “Keep trying. I have plenty of repair spells if you break anything.”

Wormwood discretely rolled his eyes, the pedagogue like tone in his voice rather annoying. Still, he did as Cedric suggested and held the beaker tightly in one hand and then relaxed it a little when he was certain it wouldn’t slip from the fleshy digits. They definitely gripped better than his feathers, and now with a little confidence gained, he began picking up and setting down all sorts of objects from Cedric’s table. “Haha! This isn’t so hard! Might I try your wand?”

“Do your worst, Wormy,” Cedric chuckled, extended his wand to him without second thought.

Wormwood took the instrument into his hand and flicked his wrist a few times to get a feel for it, all while musing, “You know, I’ve been watching you do magic for over twenty years, wondering if I could be capable of doing so if given the opportunity.”

“Well if you want to assist me Wormy, knowing a few spells goes without saying. What one did you want to try?” Cedric asked.

The atmosphere in the room changed as Wormwood turned to his master, green eyes a glow and his mouth curled into a devilish grin, but Cedric didn’t feel threatened until he was staring down the length of his own wand pointed at his chest. “I was thinking a little role reversal. Humanus Corvus!”

The spell struck like lightning and instead of a man’s cry, a raven’s caw echoed throughout the tower and a mass of plum-tinted feathers fell to the ground, the top of his head having a slight grey patch where his bangs had been. Cedric looked up to find Wormwood looming over him, triumphant and now brimming with confidence. The maniacal laugh that followed told Cedric all he needed to know: that he had made an awful, terrible mistake.

As Wormwood’s laughter settled, he smoothed back his hair and pulled Cedric up into the air by his newly talon feet, the only weapon the sorcerer now had against him. “Terribly sorry, old friend, but it’ll be better this way, don’t you think? I’ve always been the more cunning one between the two of us, not to mention my conviction isn’t so easily wavered.”

“Wormy! You can’t be serious! Turn me back!” Cedric cawed and while Wormwood was able to understand his native tongue, he didn’t seem to give a damn.

“Oh, enough of your squawking, Ceddy. We have work to do,” Wormwood said, setting Cedric on the perch and giving him a pat on the beak. “Part one of my plan has already gone smoothly, but best we continue to make thorough preparations. We don’t want to blunder taking over the kingdom this time.”

“Take over the kingdom?! I refuse!” Cedric cawed and wobbled back and forth on the perch as he tried to find his balance in this new form.

“No? Well then, I suppose I can’t have you running off to inform a certain princess,” Wormwood smirked and flicked Cedric’s wand, making the birdcage the sorcerer kept in the rafters fly down and scoop up the raven within its bars.

“Wormwood, how could you?! You and me… we’re all each other has ever had!”

“Yes, so how do you think if feels to have everything we worked for together destroyed by one little girl?!” Wormwood shouted back. “It wouldn’t be that hard to do away with her, but she made you soft from the beginning!”

“I was never out to hurt anyone, Wormwood! You know that!”

“So it was fine for them to hurt you?! The bumbling son of Goodwyn the Great, Cedric the Sniveling? As soon as I was assigned to you, my fate became the same! Our destinies linked! I wanted to take over the kingdom just as much as you did, no, more than you did! And I can do it now, Cedric. I can achieve everything we ever wanted! You never needed the princess or her friendship!”

“Then why didn’t you tell me you were hurting as much as I was?! You know I’d help you!”

“Well now I’m helping myself, Cedric. I do feel bad about using you, but it was necessary. You understand.”

“No… I don’t…” Cedric confessed, sulking within the cage.

“You’ll have plenty of time to think about it,” Wormwood said coldly as he sheathed the wand in his sleeve and grabbed Cedric’s main spell book. “I have work to do.”

“Wormwood!” Cedric called after him as he watched the man walk out the door and lock it behind him. “Wormwood, don’t do it! I beg of you!”

Silence.

Cedric paced the small circle of the cage wondering what he ought to do. Wormwood wouldn’t have the problem he did going after the king’s guard and other staff – he never ever wanted anyone to get hurt during his take over, merely cower at his power and swear allegiance, but being the bumbler he was, giving off that truly evil aura had been impossible for him. Not for Wormwood though. No, Wormy was a natural when it came to villainy. He probably already had the castle under his control and once the children got home from school… if he got his hands on the Amulet of Avalor…

“Sofia! I have to warn, Sofia!” He squawked and noticed he was beginning to molt from the stress of confinement. He tried cawing at his parents’ portrait for assistance, but it didn’t work. Never-the-less, he couldn’t give up. Not now. Everyone was in danger.

He went still and took a deep breath, trying to think. Now wasn’t the time to be panicking despite how much he wanted to. Yes, he was stuck as a raven and without his potions and wand, but he was still a sorcerer with or without such items. He had an ability to tap into magic using his own hands if he really wanted to, but it was always safer to use a conduit like a wand – it significantly reduced the risk of injury. To try something in such a tiny form would be exceedingly stupid, but he had no other options.

Clearing his head to direct his focus, he spied the handmade wand case on top of his writing desk that contained his family’s wand. He hoped he’d practiced enough with it to have it react to his summons, he thought as he kept his eyes on the case. Focus. Focus!

Finally the latch jiggled and popped open, the lid slowly lifting and the silvery white tool floated up and over to his outstretched talon.

“Haha! Got it!” He cawed happily and pointed to the lock, spelling it open and freeing him from the cage.

He repeated the action on the window and then took off on his unsteady wings, but miraculously avoided crashing. He had a chance, but it was a long flight to Royal Prep, and even if he warned Sofia, then what? Oh, he didn’t have the energy to think and fly at the same time. At least his warning would allow them to make a plan of action, which would be far better than being blindsided.

[everythingislegalinsantafe]

Alt Chapter 9 of LHM

a/n: hi so i said i was gonna write a version of chapter 9 of LHM by @midnightokieriete where everyone is completely happy and alive and i may or may not have lied about the happy part sorry #yikes

also! some of the writing is NOT mine and is @midnightokieriete which is the beginning until the “change” and john’s letter

word count: 2,119 words

“That’s nice to hear.” He mumbled, looking down at the pizza, “I like you, Y/N. You are very different. You are unique, and I enjoy every moment that I have with you.”

You grinned. You were going to say something, but you heard a yell. You turned, seeing John running towards the two of you. You frowned, upset that he was out of the apartment.

But then you heard a loud horn. You turned, seeing a truck speeding towards John. John didn’t notice the trunk yet, still smiling at the two of you. Your heart dropped. You only had a few seconds, and he was going to get hit.

“John, look out!” He raised his eyebrow in confusion. Lafayette dropped the pizza, realizing what was happening.

“Laurens!” He yelled, panicked, “The carriage!” John turned, finally seeing the truck.

The truck swerved and John jumped out of the way, barely dodging the truck. His body landed hard on the asphalt while you and Lafayette sprinted over to him.

“Oh my god! John?! John are you alright?” You questioned him as you knelt down and grabbed his face.

He chuckled and looked up at you. You gasped when you saw scratches littered over his beautiful freckles. John reached up and grabbed your hand resting on your cheek, “I’m better now that you’re here, sweetheart.”

You smacked his chest and jumped into his arms, sobbing into his neck.

“You-you could have died! I w-wouldn’t have ever s-seen you again!” You barely managed to get out.

John shushed you and wrapped his arms around you to try to comfort you.

The three of you were quite a sight, as you and John were practically cuddling in the middle of the street while Lafayette was still cussing at the “carriage” driver who didn’t even bother to stop.

“Shh (Y/N) I am alright,” John said as he rubbed your back. “Now let’s get you inside.”

You were still clinging onto him so Laurens had no other choice than to carry you.  Luckily, you were only a block or two away from the apartment. The whole way there John rubbed your back comfortingly while Lafayette looked at you worried but still silent.

When you finally got to your front door, Lafayette opened it to allow the two of you in. The boys turned to you to yell in excitement at your arrival but immediately quietened down when they saw being carried in Laurens’s arms, leaving nothing but the sound of your sobbing in the air.

John headed straight towards your bedroom and didn’t even bother to greet his friends, leading the boys to turn to Lafayette to question what was going on. He just shook his head and threw the pizza on the counter, but nobody dared to touch it.

Meanwhile, in your bedroom, your sobs slowly changed to quiet whimpers. Your hands were still clutched to John’s shirt and your heard was still in the crook of his neck. His fingers were laced into your hair and his other hand was rubbing circles into your back. This went on for the longest time, or the shortest. You couldn’t tell. Your mind was still etched with the memory of John about to get hit by that truck, about to die, about to be ripped away from you forever.

“Why,” you sniffled into his neck. “Why did you run out into the road?”

John stayed silent and eyes were focused head, not daring to look at you.

“Why Johnny?” You whimpered.

After hearing the nickname he couldn’t keep ignoring you and realized he had to tell you the truth. He took a big, shaky breath.

“I-” His voice cracked. “I was going to deliver you a letter.”

He spoke softly which was a drastic difference to his normal loud and easily recognizable voice.

You furrowed your eyebrows and lifted your head away from John’s neck, deciding to just sit in his lap.

“A letter? From who?” You asked curiously.

John took another shaky breath and pulled away from you to take something out of his pocket.

“I wasn’t gonna give it to you,” He told you truthfully. “But I changed my mind after I nearly died.” He chuckled dryly.

You didn’t laugh but instead took the crinkled up letter from him. You unfolded it carefully and was about to read when John put his hands on yours.

“Can I ask you of just one thing?” He asked.

You nodded to him, still confused about the whole situation.

“Please don’t think of me any different.” He whispered while staring directly into your eyes.

You nodded again but more slowly this time and began to read.

My Dearest, (Y/N),

When you’re in this constant state of, I don’t know what’s going to happen to me, it’s hard, it’s terrifying to try and stop thinking that way. I mean, we’re here. Under the most extreme and strange circumstances, we are here. We are here, with you, Y/N. And you are taking care of us. You are making sure we are fine, we are able to live another day. You are making sure that I’m okay. Every time you look at me, I, I don’t know how to react. Do I pretend like I’m fine?

Or do I tell you, that I get this unknown feeling in my chest, and every time i look into your eyes, I see the stars align? The world is whispering to me, and it’s telling me your name. It’s telling me that you are the one, the one I’ve been looking for all along. Is that why I’m here? Is that why we came three hundred years in the future, to meet you? My first instinct was to run away, to ignore the thumping in my chest cavity and live life without you knowing how I feel.

Your eyes widened at this. Surely it cannot mean what you think it does.

Did he…?

Is he..?

That’s why I’m writing this down. You, Y/N, you made me into this. I’m a complete mess. When you smile at me, I am undone. I am attached to your every breath, to your every gaze. But the others, the others, I see what’s happening. They are realizing that they care for you too. It hurts, to see them hold your hand, or touch you. Do they value you as much as I? Do they think of your smile, hours after it’s gone?

He does. And apparently some of the other boys too. But oh does your heart sigh whenever you are with John and you are completely undone when he smiles as he is with you. You want to throw the letter down and kiss him, but you ignore that feeling and force yourself to keep reading.

I’m sorry, I shouldn’t feel this way. I shouldn’t send this letter to you. In fact, I will hide it. This is the only way I can express how I feel about you, to let it out.

I love you. I love you with every fiber of my being. With every grin, with every word, with every breath, with every blink, with every movement of mine, I am yours.

Even with him describing how he felt around your presence, seeing how he truly feels about you in ink makes your heart pound and hands clammy. You fight the urge again but you know you must read the entire letter before deciding on to do something.

Oh how in every waking moment of mine, I wish for you to be mine. To wake up next to you, to drink that coffee with you, to walk you to your school, to meet everyone who has had the pleasure to meet you. I want to know you, I want to see you at your most vulnerable, to see you at your best and worst. I want to experience life. With you.

But now, I have this question ringing in my head. Do you consider me yours? Or am I just a nuisance, a man that you treat like a child? Is John Laurens, the man far from his time, worth the time of day?

You start tearing at this. Both because you too want to be with him and because you are still sorry about calling him a child and it hurts you at how much it had affected him.

As I am writing this, I think I know the answer. But I still need to know. I need to hear it from you.

Am I, Miss Y/N, a man you could love? Someone that you could see a future with, someone that is desperately in love with you? Could, you possibly…

Sorry, I am rambling on. You were gone for a while, and I am on my way to see you outside. I hope Lafayette and you had a nice time together.

You wished you knew what he was going to write, you were desperate for it.

Why am I still writing?

Lafayette loves you, you know. I’m not quite sure if he knows it yet, but I see the way he looks at you. The way his smile widens every time you waltz into the room, gracing us with your presence. It hurts, because, you smile. Oh, your smile to him, it’s different. It’s more special. More intimate.

Your heart stops at this when you realized why Lafayette was acting so weird on your pizza run.

Do you like Lafayette? And do you smile differently at him? You could not answer these questions and kept reading

Why can’t you see me? I am right here, I am waiting for you. Just look at me, see me for who I am, see me.

See me.

Ah, it is my time to place down this pen. I will see you soon.

Time to eat that deadly slice of pizza.

You almost giggle at the ending of his intimate letter to you but you remembered what he said.

He loves you. John loves you. Your mind was still reeling at the confession.

Sensing that you finished the letter, John tensed up and started shifting around the bed nervously. You looked up and saw that his scratched up, freckled face was bright red.

“John-”

“You don’t have to say anything.” He cut you off. “I-I know that you probably don’t lo-like me back and, well, Lafayette likes you so-”

You realize in that moment that you have made your decision. This man opened up his heart to you and his words made you feel completely and utterly helpless. You want to prove to him that you do not think of him as a child but as someone who you believe you want to be by your side.

You realize in that moment, where you are sitting in his lap looking like an utter mess while he is wringing his hands and still looking at you like you have galaxies in your eyes and stardust in your hair, that you love him too.

You realize in that moment you could have lost him. Your chest tightens when your mind replayed the memory of the bright lights outlining John’s silhouette.

In that moment you push you body up against John’s and cut off his ramblings with a desperate and hard kiss. John grunts in surprise but surges his hand to your back, desperate to have you closer to him after being denied for so long.

You reach up and cup his face. Underneath his freckles you feel the scratches and you tense up. John senses this and pulls away.

“I’m fine, (Y/N) I swear.” He cranes his neck down and pecks a couple kisses on your neck. “I’m better now that you’re here, sweetheart.”

Even though it was the same words John said to you before, they somehow held a different meaning behind them, causing you to shudder in his arms.

You gasped when John kissed a particularly sensitive part of your neck and you reached up to pull his face up to yours, wanting a taste of his lips again.

The kiss was a lot softer than the first one but still possessed the same kind of longing underneath it. John pulled away and looked down at you, smiling. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind you ear and then kissed your head.

“I think it’s time to go to sleep, sweetheart.” He said as you already started drifting off in his arms. “We had a long day today.”

John wrapped a blanket around both of you and soon you were out like a light.

In the other room, the boys sensed that whatever happened had been resolved and started messing around again on Mario Kart.

Lafayette, however, stayed behind in the kitchen, already knowing what happened in the bedroom between you and John. He knew that he would never find a woman as exquisite as you. He sighed and looked around the empty kitchen before finally taking a bite of the cold pizza.