#-why is ran dressed like that?- got hit with the evil ray. happens to the best of sentai rangers

[nugulover69]

Burning Woman clipped for your viewing pleasure

[babiedeku]

hallo! can i request a swan lake au with tanjirou? particularly at the part where the swan tries to stop the prince making a vow to the wrong girl, but fails, and now tanjirou must defeat the wizard muzan in order to save the reader. he then defeats the wizard and angst happens which is turned into a happy ending in which the swan curse is lifted and they live happily ever after and what not (*´ω｀*)

hi omg its finally here! after so long! im really sorry it took me forever but i hope you like it somehow! :”( thank you again for the request anon, this one was fun to write! - marianne

One thing’s for sure, Tanjirou wouldn’t be in this situation if he had just listened the Swan Queen’s, (Y/N)’s, warning. He had just brushed it off, thinking it was just some absurd lore that was passed down through word of mouth to warn people from being too trusting of strangers and that not everything is what they seem at first glance.

Who - ? Tanjirou just saw you flee into the woods, wearing nothing but a white silk night dress.

“What’s wrong, Your Highness?”

Bringing back his attention to the person in front of him, (Y/N), or at least a very convincing clone of the said queen. “Drop the guise,” Tanjirou’s voice was even despite the anger that was bubbling deep within him, and his hand was itching to reach for the hilt of his sword, but he remained still in front of the imposter. “Muzan.”

A low sounding laughter echoed throughout the room, the sickly smell of burning skin hit Tanjirou’s nostrils - it was the foulest and most evil smell he has by far encountered, how had he not noticed it before? - your beautiful and ethereal features sloughing off to slowly reveal the demon sorcerer himself, red eyes keenly looking Tanjirou over. “I’m impressed,” He said, voice soft but as cold as the winter breeze. “you’re the first to have caught on this early,” The pool of melted skin sitting at his feet.

The first?  There have been a number of nobles and royals that have been killed, their kingdoms left to rot with no one ruling over them. The said kingdoms commoners would later on be found massacred, their blood soaking the lands, bodies mangled from only the gods know what. The stench arising from the dead was horrendous to Tanjirou and his keen sense of smell, and the scene of all those corpses were ingrained into his brain, the subject of his recurring nightmares.

To think that this man, Muzan, was the one who was responsible for all those innocent people’s deaths. This monster, as he continues to breathe and roam the lands, is an insult to their deaths.

“Oh, Tanjirou, my love,” Muzan mocked the young prince, his mouth was moving but your sweet and gentle voice was all that Tanjirou could hear, he could also almost see you vaguely.

Tanjirou’s breath hitched. Don’t, he thought, steering himself from trying to run up to you and wrap you in his arms. This madman was trying to get a rise out of him.

“I haven’t told you how absolutely delicious your family was, and how lovely they looked in their own blood.”

Something snapped inside of Tanjirou, it was as if there was a dam within him that was holding back all his anger and frustration, and his pent up anger was washing over him in waves. To massacre entire kingdoms to be able to gain power and impersonate the woman he’s in love with to be able to do the same with him and the kingdom he reigns over was one thing, but to also bring up his family in such a way and in your voice was something else - that’s where he fucking draws the line.

Drawing his sword, he pressed the tip to Muzan’s throat, with just enough force to draw a little blood. “You are a being that should not be allowed to exist.” Tanjirou said, face devoid of any emotion, but his words were dripping with venom.

“I am this close to being the perfect creature, and once I am able to feed on you and your pathetic subjects, I’ll be able to move on to other regions in Japan.”

The way he referred to himself was odd, ‘creature’? Tanjirou was confused, but he tabled that for a later thought, right now he had more pressing matters than think what Muzan is. “All this for wanting to take over the country?”

Muzan laughed, a cold breeze accompanying the humorless laughter. “You belittle me, prince?”

Darkness suddenly enveloped the room, even the late afternoon rays of the sun was obscured, leaving Tanjirou blind and surrounded in pitch black darkness.

“The last person who crossed me got turned into a swan.” The sorcerer’s voice echoed all throughout the room. “give me your kingdom, and i promise your death will be quick and painless.”

A swan? Could it be - ?

You had mentioned in passing, one night when he snuck out of castle grounds to come spend some time with you by your lake, about being turned into a swan as a punishment for defying the orders of a sorcerer who threatened to take over your kingdom.

His anger would be handled later, and perhaps an apology for being too dismissive of what had happened to you.

Tanjirou was calm despite being engulfed in darkness and having a sorcerer flitting around the throne room. His oddly keen sense of smell can easily pinpoint where Muzan was, if he could just -

A pained gasp left his lips, a searing pain on his left side suddenly bombarded his senses, as his hand slowly met the warm liquid on his side.

Taking a deep breathe to calm his nerves and steel himself, he tightened his grasp on the hilt of his sword.

Breathe.

Calm your mind.

His nostrils felt like they were burning with the horrid stench of burning flesh enveloping him. But, this was one of the many reasons why he treasure his keen sense of smell, because despite being literally kept in the dark and blindsided by his enemy, there would be moments that the smell of a silver lining would make itself known to Tanjirou, a thread of sorts that helps him pinpoint where his enemy’s location and weaknesses are.

And right now, it was right behind him.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Tanjirou turned around and brought his blade down onto Muzan as swiftly as he could, hoping he at least caused some sort of damage to the sorcerer.

The darkness slowly dissipated, revealing Muzan with a deep gash on his right eye and cheek, his blood gushing out as his veins stood out against his pale skin with a black shade.

“Pest,” The sorcerer spat, but gave the young prince a bloody smile. “you never seem to vanish, don’t you?”

Tanjirou nodded, his world was blurry and his head was heavy due to the blood that he was losing, but he would be damned if he can’t somehow defeat this monstrosity that stood before him and save the girl that has set his heart aflame. “Takes more than blood lust and thirst for power to rid me from this world.”

Muzan cackled, somehow truly bemused with the humans standing before him. “It is truly annoying how you pathetic human’s just don’t stop fighting -”

He stopped mid sentence, a sickening sound was heard along with a pained groan from Muzan, and then right before Tanjirou’s eyes, he fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood.

“I think a thank you is in order right about now,” You spoke, a small smile on your lips.

Tanjirou was rooted to his place, eyes wide and mind going blank as he stared at you standing in front of the crumpled sorcerer with a sword that probably belonged to one of the armors that lined the hallways. You were still in your white silk night gown, that was a little too sheer to his liking and left little to the imagination, making a blush erupt on the poor prince’s handsome features, and you were soaked in sweat and had some blood here and there - but god, you were still the most beautiful woman he has ever had the pleasure of meeting.

He wanted to weep at your feet, take you in his arms, apologize for not listening to you, and even give you a robe to cover yourself up, but he would save those for a time where the both of you were not involved with a madman sorcerer.

“But,” Your voice breaking him out of his trance, you grabbed his hand and ran  through the winding hallways of his castle. “we have to run, that was just something to buy us some time,”

“Right,” Was all Tanjirou’s mind could think of to say, his mind was going hazy with the blood loss, but he was sure that he would run to the ends of the earth with you.

Finally outside of the castle walls, both of you ran toward your small lake where you would, even if by a fraction, have the upper hand when it comes to confronting Muzan.

“Leaving so soon?” The voice sent chills down both of your spines, the night sky was slowly getting darker as each second passed. “Disrespectful to just leave a guest lying in their own pool of blood, Queen (Y/N).”

You glared at the man, hovering just behind you, dark cloudy wisps surrounding him. “You were no guest, you were unwelcomed in the first place.”

Muzan was unhappy with his spiel being rebutted, he growled and lunged at the pair.

Looking to the young prince beside you, all you could give him was an apologetic look because you knew that jumping into a lake from the tears of another person is not something that everyone would want to do. With no further explanation to jumped into the lake with Tanjirou in tow.

Tanjirou was not expecting this, he was not prepared for the plunge and his lungs were ready to get oxygen in them, but he knew any other movements would be futile underwater.

You grasped his hand a little tighter, hoping that he would somehow be reassured that he is not alone in the hellish nightmare unfolding before their eyes.

After a few more painful seconds a distant bellow was heard, along with the sudden flash of bright light.

Tanjirou was the first so break to the surface, gasping for air as he tried to survey his surroundings, looking for any signs of Muzan that could still be lurking in the very woods.

“Gone,” You gasped beside him, finally going up for some much needed air. “H-he’s finally gone,”

Tanjirou was relieved to finally have Muzan banished from the world, he hoped that the souls of all those innocent people, and his family, are at peace knowing that Muzan no longer walks the earth.

You were also beside him, hands still intertwined as the both of you stood in the lake.

He could feel the tears from the pent up anger, fear, exhaustion, and relief finally forming in the corner of his eyes - he was just so glad to finally have you with you him where he could make sure that the both of you live a happy, prosperous, and safe life together.

The two of you were silent for a few moments before Tanjirou finally threw himself onto you for a hug - it lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away, because he doesn’t want to over step your boundaries. “I’m sorry, I-I should have-” His profuse and heartfelt apologies went on for a full minute before you decided to stop his rambling with a quick kiss to the lips.

“Stop apologizing, my prince,” You smiled at the blushing boy. “I’m just glad I finally get to be with you,”

[heythatpenguinhere]

Switched

*Hello again Elena of Avalor friends! Have you ever wandered what it would be like if Elena and Mateo switched places? Well... Now you can have an idea! Please enjoy an ongoing series of Eleteo shorts: Switched!

The kingdom of Avalor glowed under the summer sun’s rays; flowers bloomed and the waves crashed gently on the shores around it’s edge. Today was one of those days where families made an effort to be out and about to enjoy the outdoor weather which was prime. Everyone except the Crown Prince. 

Inside the colorful palace, behind the pillars, Crown Prince Mateo de Alva stood admiring the kingdom from his room’s balcony. He watched the families and children laugh and play games with the breeze, wishing he too was able to partake. Being a Crown Prince was not all it was cracked up to be.... Ever since his parents had passed, Mateo had begun to feel so alone within the clay walls around him. He had been an only child which meant he was given the crown he had never really wanted to take. He didn’t feel like he was worthy of it truthfully and felt that his personality would never be that of a strong ruler. His heart wasn’t in it and belonged out there, with the people and exploring the world. But fate had other plans and now with his Grand Council he had to rule over Avalor as best they could. 

He did have friends though, don’t get him wrong. He even had some family left: his grandparents. But there was a void in him, longing to be filled and he knew would never be as long as he sat on a throne…

A heavy sigh left his lips as he pushed off the balconies edge and walked back into his room. He had a council meeting he could not neglect. With each footstep, he felt he was sealing his fate further. 

-

“Now onto our final items. Does anyone have anything to bring up?” Mateo asked rolling up a scroll in his hands. 

His grandparents, the Chancellor, and his friend Naomi looked at each other, before Naomi cleared her throat. 

“There is actually something I wanted to bring up Mateo…” She said apprehensively. 

Mateo looked at her in worry. Naomi wasn’t one to shy away from saying what she had to; what was it that had her so hesitant to bring it up to the Council?

With a reassuring nod of his head to Naomi, she continued. 

“I don’t know exactly how to tell you this… but we’ve received reports of a Sorceress in Avalor…” She said avoiding eye contact. 

Several gasps were heard in the room. The last time a Sorceress appeared in Avalor it had resulted in the deaths of his parents and the near downfall of the entire kingdom… Shuriki had been a cruel dictator for several years having overtaken the throne by force the way she did. Mateo, being the only child and heir to the throne, had been taken into hiding and placed under protection until she was finally overthrown. Living hidden as an orphan had changed his life. He grew up under the protection of the royal guards and several brave townspeople who moved him from safe house to safe house. He grew up with the children of the town which is where he had met his friends Naomi and Gabe. Living in fear of being caught, living in fear of being killed, and living with the hurt of having lost his parents shaped his young life and now it seemed it was starting all over again. 

Mateo sat still as can be trying to process the information given to him. 

“A Sorceress?! Where are these reports coming from?”

“We should dispatch the Royal Guard to search immediately!”

“I cannot believe this is happening again… Have we not hurt enough?”

All the voices and opinions in the room chimed at once around him. Mateo didn’t know how to feel. A cold seeded fear began to sprout in him. He felt like he was going to drown. 

Mateo stood up quickly and ignoring the pleas of the others, he walked out of the Grand Council room. 

-

Donning a deep maroon cloak, the crown prince secretly made his way into the village. This was a hobby of his that he liked to indulge with occasionally trying to feel normal. With the help of Gabe, he could sometimes sneak out for a brief break and to visit those who he’d grown up with: his extended family. It never ceased to amaze, inspire, and refresh him how the kingdom was thriving now under freedom. If he ever felt too overwhelmed or like he was losing touch with the importance of his role he remembered them: the brave people. 

Walking around, he had no suspicions that a Sorceress was on the loose. The people were smiling and going about their days normally and yet he couldn’t help but be slightly on edge; the Sorceress could be anywhere

-

After stopping for some fresh Pan Dolce at his favorite bakery owned by Gabe’s family, Mateo wandered towards the edge of the town towards the forested areas he would hide in often before. As a child he would pretend he was a strong knight or even a wizard himself to take on Shuriki; waving around any stick he found and cast imaginary spells at trees and bushes. It was nostalgic to go back and see other children openly playing in that area now without fear. 

He watched as a particularly brave small child began to climb one of the trees as her friends egged him on. Every limb higher made Mateo begin to worry a bit more. The little girl however seemed almost calculated in the limbs she chose and would pause to carefully step, clearly skilled in doing this.

“Be careful Isa! You’re getting awfully high!” Another little girl yelled up. 

A larger boy laughed, “You got this! Remember, you owe me your bag of chocolate if you don’t!” 

The girl, Isa, paused looking down. “Yea right! You’ll be giving me your bag after I-” 

With a large crack, the tree branch supporting her snapped. 

Isa and her friends screams filled the air as she began to tumble toward the ground. Mateo felt his feet move and he ran towards the tree. He had no idea what he could do, but he was determined to at least do something to help the poor girl. As he neared and the girl nearly hit the ground he heard another voice yell. 

“ISA!” A voice exclaimed followed by a strange word and a thump sound. 

Right before their eyes, Isa was engulfed in a sparkly orange glow and she was slowly set on the floor, unharmed. 

Mateo could not believe his eyes. Her friends quickly gathered around the girl checking on her and hugging her. He however was still stunned. Slowly, his eyes shifted to the side of the scene. 

Standing there was a young woman, about his age and stature. She had long flowing chestnut hair in a ponytail and a red dress. She stood breathing heavily and still in shock it seemed, but what caught Mateo’s attention most beside her undeniable beauty was that she stood with a Tamborita extended out still. 

“The Sorceress!” He thought immediately as fear and anger began to fill him. The young woman, or Sorceress, quickly packed her Tamborita into a side bag and ran towards the kids. Mateo, clearly confused and deeply emotional, ran. He could not let this woman hurt those kids. With a strong push and unknown courage, Mateo tackled the young woman to the ground. 

The two began to struggle for the upper hand before finally he somehow managed to pin her to the floor, internally thanking Gabe for teaching him how to defend himself. The young woman below him glared at him intently. This close up he could see her amber eyes glowing with a fire inside them. Her cheeks were a soft rosy color and her skin soft under his grip. She… She didn’t look like a Sorceress…? 

“You’ve got me. Go ahead and turn me in like I’m sure you’re going to.” She said defiantly. Her voice was melodic and pure to his ears in a way he had never experienced before. 

“Who are you?” Mateo said, voice coming out softer than he intended to. 

With all the confidence she could muster, the girl spoke and then faltered, “ My name is Elena. You can turn me in if you want to, I don’t care, but please let me say goodbye to my sister…” 

“Your sister?” He said confused, looking at who he now knew as Elena. 

“Elena!” A young voice called out. 

The little girl that had been falling, Isa, came running towards them. She stopped just beside them in fear and a sort of understanding. 

“Elena… Why…” She spoke, beginning to tear up. 

The young woman under him began to slightly tremble, “I couldn’t let you get hurt… even if it meant using my magic and being exposed. I’m sorry Isabelle.” She said and suddenly everything Mateo thought he knew about the “Sorceress” was rocked. 

He looked back and forth between the two and climbed off his grip on Elena as if she had burnt him. She looked at him with confusion and apprehension before sitting up. 

“You… You aren’t an evil Sorceress are you?” He asked; it came out more like a statement than anything.

Isabelle ran toward her sister and embraced her tightly, maintaining eye contact with Mateo. Her eyes were captivatingly strong and fiery even now. 

“No, I’m not.” She said back with a bite to it. 

“B-But how? How can you use magic?” He found himself asking, desperate for answers. 

“Why should I tell you? So you can tell the guards and collect your reward in full?” Elena said, pushing herself to stand. 

He could see her discarded bag off to the side where her Tamborita still resided. He found himself sifting through all he knew of magic. While magic had scared him to a degree, he had felt himself inexplicably drawn to it as a child. He remembered sneaking books and scrolls to learn what he could about magic, where it came from, and who had it. He learned magic hadn’t always been seen as bad and been used even by the Royal Family through appointed Royal Wizards as needed. That had all been shattered when Shuriki invaded. She had banned learning magic or using it in the land and even after she was gone, no one had bothered to take that down. The people still lived in fear of magic. And yet somehow, above all odds and public opinion, here was this beautiful young lady who could use magic...

“You… You studied magic!” He said in awe and realization. 

Elena looked as if she was torn between running and staying before she spoke up once more in that confident tone of her’s, “Remove your hood.” 

Mateo’s hands moved against his will at her command and soon his wavy locks and hazel eyes were exposed for the world to see.  

Elena’s eyes widened; in fear or awe he could not tell. 

“P-Prince Mateo?!” 

-

She was going to be locked up in the dungeons for sure. 

When the hood fell on the young man’s form in front of her, she hadn’t been sure what to expect but this definitely wasn’t it. The Crown Prince of all of freaking Avalor was knelt in front of her. 

Everyone knew of Prince Mateo de Alva, though not many personally knew him. It was always known he was guarded within the palace walls as the only royal left after Shuriki’s reign of terror. While Elena hadn’t personally seen him before, she knew enough of him to know that that was exactly who had witnessed her use magic to save her sister. The same young man whose parents had been killed by someone with magic. 

Today wasn’t going like she had planned. 

Elena immediately fell to her knees. 

“Crown Prince Mateo. I am so sorry for the way I addressed you. I-I have no excuse for my behavior… or breaking the law. I understand the punishment…” She said, unable to look at him as embarrassment and shame was written all over her. 

Gone was the fiery flame of challenge within her and it was now replaced with the reality that she was sure was to follow: she was going to be imprisoned and tried for practicing magic. 

Elena knew it was against the law and yet she felt it was part of her destiny. Long ago when magic was allowed and celebrated, her grandfather had been a royal wizard once. The ability to do magic ran in her veins and she couldn’t ignore it. Studying magic under Shuriki had nearly gotten her killed… but instead her parents paid the price to protect her. They were killed when she was young and Isabelle was barely a toddler. And while that should have stopped her, it fueled her to continue studying magic to become strong enough to overthrow Shuriki one day and avenge her parents. Revenge had once been her drive, but compassion was now her motive. She currently used her magic, when she could do so carefully, to help others. She had to be careful not to be caught as magic was still greatly frowned upon and misunderstood and recently she had made a few slip ups that resulted in others seeing her abilities. She had promised her sister to no longer practice magic for others and protect herself, but when she saw her sister falling to harm she knew she could not keep that promise. 

She had expected the prince to come over to her angrily and take her away at once… but he hadn’t moved. The young Prince stood shyly in fact. He didn’t seem all too confident in himself if she was honest. He was only a bit taller than her, with a small frame to him. Instead of polished hair, his brown hair fell in waves and was a bit messy around his face. He had large, bright hazel eyes that gleamed a sort of green color, but seemed so innocent. He didn’t give the impression of a big and proud ruler and that was throwing her for a loop. His voice was a bit shaky at times and yet she felt… drawn maybe to his words? The more she stared at him and into his eyes, the more she felt a strange pull towards him as if two strings were tied around them pulling them towards each other. 

What were the odds that they would ever meet? He, a royal in a palace, and she, a lowly orphan living on the outskirts of Avalor. There was no real reason the two should have ever met and yet here they were facing each other, both seemingly caught in a strange frozen moment waiting for something to happen. 

Magic was a tricky thing Elena had learned. It didn’t always go how you wanted it to and sometimes it had a mind of its own. It was powerful and yet could be so gentle as well. Living in a world where magic existed, she knew that there were forces beyond her control and magic was more around them they people realized. Had magic somehow brought her here? 

“I-I’m not going to arrest you… Elena.” The Prince spoke up shaking his hands. 

The way he said her name sent a strange tingle down her spine. 

“... Why?” She uttered. She could sense her sister standing frigid behind unsure of what was happening as well. 

He looked a bit confused himself. He was fidgeting a bit with his hands and scratching the back of his neck. Why wouldn’t he arrest her? She had broken the law. She should be seen as the enemy by him and others for who she was and what she could do. She had long accepted magic as a part of her and that she would never apologize for that, but she would never get used to how scared it made other people feel… all because one magic user had tainted magic in an evil way for them all. So why now, was the crown prince showing her mercy? 

Clearing his throat before speaking up, he looked at her once more in the eyes. That familiar shock ran through her again as his words broke through the air.

“W-Will… Will you show me... how to use magic?” 

[repulsivepangolin7]

Fic: 31 days of whump (23/31)

And of course I needed to make a chapter regarding some of the general challenges we’re going through. And who’s the main whumpee in my universe? You guessed, it. Luca.

Word count: 2 516

 “You know, it would’ve been a lot easier if everyone just followed the quarantine rules.” Hondo sighed as Black Betty roared through the streets of downtown LA.

“So true, so true.” Deacon nodded as he strapped his helmet on.

“Evil never sleeps.” Tan shrugged as he made sure the laces of his boots were tucked in.

“Well, neither do we!” Luca grinned from behind the wheel.

“Ain’t that right!” Hondo chuckled as they turned into the block they were headed to, “Alright, you know the deal. Stay liquid!”

 SWATSWATSWAT

 It’s a heart-stopping moment when you suddenly know everything’s going to go wrong. When you know you’re screwed over. When you’re looking down the barrel of a loaded gun.

It wasn’t the first time in his career, and in a weird way he hoped it wouldn’t be the last one either. Last one sounded too, final.

“Please…” he attempted, “Don’t shoot, please.”

“Put your gun down!” the masked guy yelled.

Luca nodded and the gun tracked his movements.

He could feel his heart beating at his max limit. His mouth was dry as plaster wall, his hands were starting to get shaky.

Everything’s going to be alright, Luca… Everything’s going to be alright.

And everything was going alright.

-Until a car outside backfired, and the scared shitless masked guy who probably wasn’t used to holding weapons to people put a bit too much pressure on the trigger and fired.

At first it felt like someone hit him in the thigh with a baseball bat. And he had a couple of glorious seconds filled with that weird feeling when you know you’ve been hit hard by something, but it doesn’t hurt yet. Where everything is just stupidly numb.

He slammed to the floor, it was like his right leg just disappeared from below him.

“SHIT!” Luca almost barked a laugh when he heard the masked guy freak out, “Shit man! SHIT! I didn’t mean to!”

Then his brain started interpreting the signals his leg was sending him correctly, and lord it hurt. The pain was almost paralyzing.

Then his brain started decoding the severity of it all.

“F***!” he muttered to himself before pressing down on the radio button, “Officer down. GSW, right thigh. Making a tourniquet.”

Then he loosened his belt, and prepared to wrap that around high up on his thigh.

The masked kid was still freaking out five yards away. He had laid his gun down on the counter.

Luca looked down at the wound after he had tightened the makeshift tourniquet as much as he possibly could. It still bled too much.

He muttered another word of profanity.

“Kid! Hey kid!” it was a last ditch effort, he knew, but the others had gone upstairs because that was the information they had gotten. Fifth floor, two shooters. “Kid, I need help!”

The masked kid froze.

“Kid, can you find anything I can use as either a tourniquet or to press down on this wound?”

The kid looked at him. “What?”

“You know any first aid?”

The kid’s mouth fell open under the mask, then he nodded. “A little.”

“I need to put pressure on this.” Luca winced, “And-or something that works better as a tourniquet than my belt. Can you find that?”

The kid nodded and picked up his gun again, which Luca first took to be a very bad sign, before he saw the kid unhooking the strap from the assault rifle and placing the gun back where he had placed it earlier.

Then he jogged over to somewhere Luca couldn’t see, before he came back a few seconds later with a rolled up piece of fabric.

“I’m so sorry! I never meant to!” the kid apologized as he handed Luca the stuff, “I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“Then why were you pointing a freaking gun at me?” Luca growled back, the pain setting him a bit more on edge than he liked.

“I’m sorry, I’m stupid.”

“Forget it, just help me with this…” Luca grimaced, pointing at his leg.

Rapid footsteps hurried down the stairs, Luca knew the team well enough to know that it was Hondo and Deacon.

“Luca, how bad is it?” Deacon asked.

Luca killed off a groan, before he called out for his two teammates, “Don’t shoot, we’re good here!”

Then he looked at the wound on his leg, it was still bleeding steadily. “Harder.”

The kid pressed down harder on the wound, causing Luca to collapse backwards with a long growl.

Deacon and Hondo ran over, taking in the scene.

“That’s not enough pressure.” Hondo noted, kneeling down beside the kid, who now had lifted his mask from his face. “Let me, alright?”

The kid nodded, but held pressure until Hondo was ready to take over.

Deacon secured the kid in handcuffs. Then he attempted finding better suited materials for a proper tourniquet.

 SWATSWATSWAT

 The next couple of days were a blur of pain, low hemoglobin, pain and his mind playing PTSD-like tricks on him. Oh, and pain.

The x-rays had showed that the bullet had broken his femur a bit above his knee, and as a result of his leg collapsing in a weird way, he had managed to break his tibia as well. And along with that, a lot of soft tissue damage followed.

Thanks to the way the world was going to hell in a hurry, this wasn’t like any other of his previous hospital stays.

For one, he hadn’t had any visitors. They weren’t allowed in. Which he took as a good sign, right now visitors would probably mean that he was on the fast track to leaving in a body bag.

The other main thing was that his pain was nowhere near managed. He was basically getting Tylenol for a gunshot wound.

He had gotten a couple of bags worth of fullblood and some saline or whatever drips to keep the effects of blood loss down.

And the nurses tried their best to keep up with whatever shitshow was going on outside of his room, and avoid infecting other patients. That kind of setup limited the number of different nurses who came in to him during a shift. Usually it was just one per shift, with another one stepping in if the main nurse was called to one of the isolation rooms for something urgent.

He had already been the assistant in one of his own dressing changes. Which had not been his favorite part of the day. Luckily lifting by the metal rod going between the four sets of pins was a practical way to move his leg without too much pain or hassle. It hurt less holding the bar than his actual leg. That being said, with the minimum amount of pain killers he was on due to the now national shortage, it hurt more than it should anyway.

 SWATSWATSWAT

 Luckily the internet still worked, and for the moment that would have to be his social lifeline to the rest of the world.

He was just about finished with his lunch when his phone started buzzing.

He picked it up and looked at it, seeing an incoming FaceTime call from Tuana.

He accepted the call with a grin.

“Hey there…” Tuana and Kelly grinned in unison.

“Hey girls!” he grinned back, “How’s quarantine life going?”

“It’s BORING!” Kelly frowned, “I can’t hang outside with my friends.”

Luca chuckled, “Well, this won’t last forever. Everyone just has to do their part until it passes.”

Kelly sighed, but nodded. “How are you doing Luca?”

He shrugged, he didn’t feel like admitting how bad it actually felt to her. He didn’t want this kid to see his weak side. “I’m holding up. It’s pretty boring here as well…”

“I wish we could come visit you…” she pouted.

“That would have been nice, but rules are rules…” he sighed, “I can barely wait for my leg to be good enough to get out of here and see you again.”

Kelly and Tuana nodded.

“Hey, Kelly… Could you give me and Luca some time alone?”

Kelly shrugged, “Oh, I could probably finish reading my book today!”

“That’s a GREAT idea!” Luca grinned, happy that Kelly had started finding joy in reading, “Talk to you later!”

“Yeah, later!” Kelly waved before she vanished from the screen.

Tuana followed her with her eyes, before she looked back at the screen, “Alright, she’s in her room.”

“Man, I miss you…” he sighed, “Both of you.”

“We miss you too…” Tuana replied.

“So, how’s self quarantine going?”

“Well, I’m bored as well. But…” she shrugged, “I think that’s mostly because I miss you.”

His chest felt warmer hearing that.

“So, how’s the hospital? How’s your leg?”

“Leg… My leg feels like it’s been shot.” Luca rolled his eyes, “It hurts.”

Tuana shot him an empathetic look.

“The hospital feels different. A bit middle-apocalyptic…”

She couldn’t help but chuckle.

“But are you good?” she asked, “Except the injured leg?”

“Yeah.” Luca nodded, “Except for the leg, I’m all good.”

“Can you show it to me?”

“The leg?”

Tuana nodded, “My mind kept providing me with all these worst case images ever since I heard you got shot.”

Luca nodded.

“I just need to see it so that my head doesn’t play it up worse than it is.”

Luca nodded, “I get it.”

“So, can you show me?”

“I can.” he nodded, “I’ve got some metal pins poking out of my leg and a bar or two linking them. And of course there’s bandage in between.”

She nodded.

“Just want you to be prepared, alright? And it’s pretty bruised. -And the bandage is partially soaked through.”

Tuana nodded.

“Alright, switching camera now.”

Tuana nodded, and Luca hit the icon to use the camera behind the phone instead of the front facing one.

“Ouch.” was all she said at first.

“Yeah, it… It looks how it looks.”

“Does they know if you’ll be back to normal?”

Luca shook his head a bit, but remembered that the camera was facing the wrong way. “No, they don’t.”

“What do they know?”

“That I won’t be putting weight on that leg for at least three months, or longer.” Luca switched the camera setting back, “And there’s no way of telling if I’ll be able to get back to work this time around, but they expect that if I make it… It’ll be at least a year before that happens.”

“And how long before you’re out of the hospital?”

“Not until my leg has stopped bleeding.” Luca sighed, “Might be anywhere from a few more days to a few more weeks.”

“You’re coming home to us then?” obvious hope in her eyes.

“Yeah, as long as you’ll have me.” Luca smirked.

“Always.” Tuana nodded.

 SWATSWATSWAT

 It took two and a half weeks before he was released from the hospital, with Tylenol and crutches.

He could barely move, barely manage to stand up with help of his crutches. But seeing Tuana come to pick him up outside the hospital made his will bigger than anything.

Tuana was standing outside the hospital when the nurse who had been looking after him that day rolled him down to the lobby in a wheelchair to make things easier for him.

“Well, look at you, handsome!” Tuana grinned as Luca and the nurse came outside the main entrance.

“Hey!” Luca beamed back, “You won’t believe how good it is to finally see you again!”

“I think I have an idea…” Tuana chuckled, “I’ve missed you too, you know.”

Luca grinned. Then he looked at his truck, which Tuana was picking him up in. His expression fell a little.

“Err, I might need some help.” He paused, pointing at the truck, “I don’t think it’ll be easy to get into the passenger seat.”

“Well, I figured your truck would be easier than my tiny car…” Tuana shrugged.

“Oh, you’re definitely right about that.” Luca nodded, “But… My leg…”

Tuana nodded, she knew what he was trying to say. It was painful. Every fractional movement hurt, didn’t matter if it was planned or unplanned. She had learned that through their daily FaceTime calls.

 SWATSWATSWAT

 They made it home to the apartment complex Tuana lived in, and up to the right floor. Luca was beading with sweat by the time she was about to unlock the door.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“A little lightheaded.” Luca answered honestly, “And that right there is the longest walk I’ve had in more than two weeks.”

“So, sit down?”

“Yeah. I need to sit down.” Luca swallowed, concentrating hard on keeping his balance.

“Can you make it inside to the couch?”

“Think so.”

“Try not to pass out on me, alright?”

“Yes Ma’am.” Luca nodded, keeping a death grip on his crutches.

She unlocked, and he made it in safely.

He hopped directly over to the couch, and started lowering himself onto the couch. Then he lifted his leg onto the couch with a grimace.

“Pillows? Do you need more pillows?”

“Nah. I’m good.” Luca grit out, looking nowhere near the vicinity of okay even.

“I’m finding more pillows.” She declared, “And a glass of water.”

“Thanks.”

As Tuana looked for pillows and a glass of water, the door to Kelly’s room clicked open, and she practically ran out to the living room. “Luca!”

He managed a brave smile, “Hey kiddo!”

She skidded to a stop a few feet away from the couch, her mouth agape. “Your leg…”

Luca nodded, “It looks… It doesn’t look good, does it?”

Kelly shook her head.

“It’s going to be alright.” He promised.

“Promise?”

“It’s going to take time, but my leg is going to get better.” Luca shrugged, “And I’ll be more fun again. I’m not very fun right now.”

Kelly looked between Luca’s face and his leg. “Why don’t you have a cast?”

“Because the doctors thought fixing my leg like this would be the best option.” Luca shrugged as he contemplated moving his leg a little. Those pillows Tuana was looking for would be very welcomed after all.

Kelly was silent for a few seconds extra, then she took a deep breath. “Can I give you a hug? We’re not supposed to hug now, because the virus, but… I want to give you a hug.”

Luca smiled, “Sure. A careful hug, alright?”

Kelly nodded and stepped over to hug him.

“Hey, I want to get in on that one…” Tuana chuckled as she came back in the living room.

Luca grinned, “It’s been way too long since we had a proper group hug, right?”

“Yeah.” Kelly nodded on his shoulder and he held out an arm for Tuana to join.

“I missed the two of you a lot.”

“We missed you too.” Kelly said, squeezing a bit harder, “Promise you won’t get shot again.”

“I’ll do my very best.” Luca nodded, “Alright?”

Kelly shrugged a bit, “I guess.”

Okay, remember, this was written early on in this pandemic, and we had no clue how it was going to end up being (not on a national basis for my home country, or internationally). At the hospital I was a student at, we had some shortages early on. I no longer remember exactly what it was we were running short on because it got straightened out pretty quickly, but it was some kind of antibiotic. And we didn’t know how the supply for all the meds were going to work if things went real caca, so my brain made up a scenario which might have turned out realistic, but it didn’t end up that way over here at least.  And nationwide there was a shortage of paracetamol and ibuprofen because people bought it like they were getting ready for the apocalypse, and they planned on having a constant headache. Kinda like T.P.

[hank-mcdankblade]

I Know A Bottom When I See One Princess (Part 2)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary

Chapter 1: You and Dean have been pals for as long as you can remember, practically raised together. Are things still the same as you remembered when you reconnect with him after a couple years apart? Well there is one thing you see differently and you’re about to call him out on it.

Chapter 2:  After you flirt back with Dean you start to rethink all of your life choices. Why did you flirt back instead of making fun of him? God it would be so much easier if you were just a genderless blob. Hopefully the new supernatural case a friend of your mom’s gives you will distract you from all this romance mumbo jumbo. 

Chapter 3: You and Dean both start to realize your feelings are not what you both originally anticipated them to be. If only you two could actually talk like adults instead of bantering like childish 8 year olds. The case picks up when you see a certain someone’s name over every case, a certain boomer’s name.

Chapter 4: You and Dean do some sleuthing into Chrissy’s apparent death. After learning the truth your trip to Wendy’s/Jack in the Box gets interrupted by Chief douchebag. Rick takes the three of you on a nice drive to the mountains to introduce you to his daughter.

Word Count: 4,697

Warnings: a fuck ton of swearing, self hatred, angst, fluff bits sort of

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        Ever since your little accusation of Dean, there’d been a little tension between the two of you. You were unsure of what kind of tension there was, or if there was even any to begin with. Surely Dean wasn’t upset about you teasing him, he’d let worse things roll off of his back without sparing a thought about it. Despite your doubts, your routine and friendship were pretty much the same in all regards. You still hunted together and made an awesome team. You still ate greasy food at establishments that barely deserved the title ‘Diner.’ And you still sang together to all his old music. So you were probably just over thinking things like you always did, but you still had an inkling that something was off about Dean.

       Black and blue streaks painted the night sky with speckles of stars scattered across the canvas. The street lights outside cast pale yellow rays from the crack in the curtains that hit across the corner of Dean’s bed and stretched up the wall. The rays revealed to you the quilted pattern of the comforter and Dean’s duffel bag thrown haphazardly on the floor with clothes leaking out of it. Parts of the room not in direct contact with the light were in view as well. Traveling up his bed, you could see the curves of his cheek bones as he slept. Dean truly was beautiful. This was when he looked completely at peace, when he was asleep. 

       You turned to your side again, the bed rustling while you did. You had nightmares like most hunters did, but that wasn’t the reason why sleep evaded you tonight. After that night in the bar you basically cemented that you both had feelings for one another. Sure you and Dean flirted back and forth as a joke, but the other night was different. It was more real. What you had before was just your normal relationship. Dean shamelessly flirted with you and you made a joke out of it. It was your go to move to dodge his affections.

       You didn’t really know how to respond to these advances from him, or anyone really at the moment. Your track record of relationships wasn’t the shiniest around and definitely nothing to brag about, most ending in either death or betrayal, but you were mostly scared to make things weird with Dean. He was your bud, your pal, your dude, any nickname that you could call a friend you’ve absolutely said it to him. 

       What would happen if you two did get together? A million and one questions popped into your mind when you thought about it, all ending with the same answer. Nothing good. It would be easier to play his flirting off as a joke to not hurt his feelings because relationships were nothing but trouble from your experience. 

       At first glance you’d think that Dean would never want to settle down and was content to have temporary lovers that lead nowhere, but he wanted what most people wanted, what you wanted too. True love. Pure and unadulterated love. But the bond you two shared was enough for you right now. You were ok with being alone, not that you really gave yourself much of a choice on the matter having sworn off relationships and meaningless nights with strangers. You couldn’t bring yourself to be with someone, not with the baggage you had strapped on your back. If anyone, hunter or not, saw the scar on your back you knew what they would say and the facial expression that would come with it.

       If you let your walls down for even a single moment you would lean closer to Dean and let what might happen, happen. But the growing void inside refused to let you, God if he saw your scar he would look at you with disgust. It’s not the scar that would make him turn away, but the identity associated with it. Across your shoulder blades read a prophecy in Latin, burned into your skin the day your powers were activated. It was a symbol of your power and title. The curved letters created the prophecy of the Slayer reading; 

“In omni generatione, est electus. Una puella in mundi. Et arte vires et solus geram et in surgere viribus a tenebris. Ad propagationem eorum mala prohibere et ad terras eorum numero. Quæ est Slayer.”

“Into every generation, there is a chosen one. One girl in all the world. She alone will wield the strength and skill to stand against the forces of darkness. To stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. She is the Slayer.”

       The night you got your scar was still fresh in your mind and could play back like a movie reel. It was an ordinary day just like any other. Your biggest problems were fitting in at your new high school, getting good grades, and avoiding whatever bullshit your mom was going to throw at you, but little did you know you had a big storm coming. The activation of a Slayer’s powers differs from Slayer to Slayer. Some feel nothing, others feel a tickle, but you experienced the worst burning pain you’d ever felt in your life. The moment the imaginary hot metal touched your skin a hellish scream was ripped from your throat. You swore you could feel your skin melt away to expose your bones. The pain was so white and intense that after only a couple of moments your body went limp as a way of protecting you. 

       For weeks the burning pain didn’t go away. The pain and scar served as a reminder that you would never lead a normal life. Never wear a strapless dress or swimsuit ever again. You could never let anyone touch your back. If they felt the raised skin on your upper back you knew they would have questions, and ones you couldn’t answer. It’s not everyday you see anyone with a large brand on their back, or a brand of any kind. But after the reveal the reactions were the same, eyes filled with pity and hands recoiling from disgust. 

       Dean would react the same way. He would look at you just like your mom did, nothing but a demon. I mean that is where you got your powers from as the Slayer, so you had to be a branch on the demon family tree. Dean hated demons more than anything in the world, so where did that put you in his eyes? Embers in your heart started to light at the thought of being related to scum, to vermin. Thoughts and fantasies of a normal life poured gasoline onto the fire until it burned away your entire existence. 

       “God damnit.” Hot air left your lungs as you sighed. The cardboard sheets of your bed pooled around your waist as you sat up. Your eyes were seemingly staring at nothing while you pondered what the hell to do now that you were awake. Your heart felt deflated like a popped balloon, crushed under the weight of your reality. 

       You would give both your legs and your entire movie collection to be able to sleep right now and forget about the harsh world outside the warm cocoon your hotel room proved to be. The desperate need to just sleep was choking you, making tears prick at your eyes.

       “Hey, you ok?” Had you been more awake, Dean’s sudden interjection would’ve made you flinch. Your reflexes and actions were much slower as you turned to look at him lying on his back. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him half asleep, hair fluffy and eyes barely open. 

       “Would you believe me if I said yes?” You asked in a rough voice. Your fingertips ran through your hair pulling it out of your face. Your eyelids fluttered closed in an attempt to concentrate on your breathing. Dean was taking his sweet time answering you. His eyes were scanning over your form. Your chin was perched atop one of your knees, arms around said leg while the other was stretched out under your covers. Your skin had been hardened by years of hunting, fingertips riddled with callouses from the weapons you’d handled. The only parts of you that were soft were hidden from sight. Dean also bet that your cheeks were soft, he had never had the chance to touch them but someday he’d like to. If you allowed it he would be able to stare at you for hours, trying to solve you like a Rubix cube. For the most part Dean could tell what you were thinking and feeling without second guessing himself, but there were always moments he was unable to read your body language. 

       He’s seen you in this state before, not too often but every once in a while. It was almost as if you were a statue, unmoving and barely talking. Whenever you were quiet he knew something was up. It was terrifying when you were quiet. At the pit of Dean’s chest an ache began to grow, he felt this way whenever he saw you like this. Physically there was nothing he could do, no mountain he could push or villain to defeat. This was something you had to work on your own in order to heal, and he understood that. But it didn’t make it suck any less watching you torture yourself internally when you were hit with these episodes.

       “Need some company over there?” You held your breath for a moment mulling over Dean’s question. A familiar touch caressed your mind. This wasn’t the first time you’d been in this situation before. Nothing registered as contact on your skin, it was just numb.

       “Yeah, I do.” Wordlessly, Dean padded over to your bed and lifted the covers. The shadows on his body moved with the light from the street lamps. There was a silent pact you two had to never bring up these nights, nights where you both needed some human contact with no questions asked. 

       Nights like these began after your activation. Dean had never seen you so upset before. As a teen he had no idea what to do, he probably still didn’t know now. But he knew that being held helped you and your mother was sure as hell not gonna do that for you. She was always too busy hunting with John. Truly those two were cut from the same cloth. Without the guidance from your parents you sought comfort in each other, and thus your silent pact was formed. Neither of you knew what the reason for this silence was, but nonetheless you kept it. Dean laid on his back with his arms open inviting you in, reminded of when you two used to do this before you left. 

       Feeling your head on his chest felt like home. A gentle surge of energy made his skin hum as you wrapped your arms around him. If there was anywhere Dean knew he was meant to be, it was here. 

       “Goodnight sweetheart.”

       “G’night.”

       And for the first time tonight, you actually slept.

       Once the morning came around you and Dean were already on the road heading towards another case, Colorado to be more specific. You got a call from a friend of your mother. Her name was Jen and she worked as a park ranger for the Grand Mesa National Forest near Grand Junction. During the past couple of weeks, people had gone missing with no evidence left behind. Jen knew that this wasn’t a bear attack like the police claimed, so she called you and Dean for help. Of course you both accepted excited for a new adventure. 

       The Impala roared across the black pavement, kicking up rocks and zooming past trees so fast the leaves shook. In your opinion, the day was perfect. All across your part of the hemisphere the temperature was starting to drop. It was early October and the snow was starting to fall in a beautiful light drift, letting the wind decide its path. The ground was dusted with white sparkles that glittered in the sunlight. The snow wasn’t thick enough to build igloos out of just yet, but it was just thick enough to stick to the ground. You closed your eyes trying to absorb the environment’s good energy. Somehow you convinced Dean to roll the windows down and here you were with your head practically out of the window taking it all in. You were never sure why, but something about the cold air woke up your bones. Dean would always claim it was because you ran hot and then wink at you. 

       The negative energy was evaporating into the air to be turned into a beautiful white mosaic. The wonderful weather made you think that maybe someone was looking out for you. Maybe someone out there saw your rough night and decided to give you a break. Whatever the cause, you weren’t going to question it and were going to keep singing along to the Blue Oyster Cult CD Dean had in.

       Dean looked over to you and committed the image to memory. No matter how many times he saw your smile it would never be enough. You were stretched out in the passenger seat with your shoes kicked off and jacket thrown in the backseat despite the low temperature. Seeing you beside him in the Impala brought on a flood of old memories. Dean wasn’t able to count the number of times Sam, him, and you drove to get ice-cream and dick around town just to get out of whatever motel you were stuck in at the moment. The three of you were inseparable as kids, always hanging out or messing with each other. But everything came to an end once you both turned eighteen. 

       By the time you had become the Slayer, your relationship with your mother was already strained. She was not the fuzziest person around and was certainly not fit to be a parent. The way she ended up in the hunting business was the same as John. Her husband got killed by demons and the rest was history. From then on she dragged you along on all her hunts and after a couple years she ran into John Winchester. The two made a surprisingly good team. 

       Your mother, Caroline, was always off putted by your existence it seemed. It was as if you were a burden to her, just extra luggage to haul around that reminded her of her late husband. There were never any bed time stories or hugs, just life lessons and the occasional pat on the back. At fourteen you considered yourself to be independent. You cooked for yourself, you took care of yourself, and with the help of Dean you were able to raise Sammy up to be a productive member of society. (Or dork as Dean would like to say) Your mother was barely around so it wasn’t a surprise that you grew up faster than you should have, but things only got harder after you received the call of the Slayer. Caroline resented you for what you were, even if she never voiced her opinion out loud. Her words were sharp and responses were short. You knew what she thought about you.

       Dean never understood how a mother could do that to her child, her only child. Mothers, parents in general, were supposed to protect their kids. The day you left Dean swore he could feel his heart break in two. But as much as it hurt him to see you leave to start your own life in the big world, he knew why you needed to. He knew that you needed to get away from your mom’s abuse and passive aggressive attitude. But none of that mattered because you were here now and Dean was incredibly thankful to whoever brought you into his life again.

       A violent buzzing on your thigh stole your attention away from the beautiful weather today brought you. You sat up from your seat and reached your hands forward, clasping them and stretching until you heard a few clicks from your joints. You stifled a yawn as you looked at your phone. “Hey Jen, yeah we’ll be there soon. No, no don’t worry. Alright. See ya.” Dean glanced over to you, silently asking you if everything was ok. “Jen’s just being paranoid. She thinks the police are gonna know that we’re up to something nefarious.”

       “What does she think we’re gonna do? Show up holding a sign that says ‘Hey we’re definitely going to murder someone?’”

       “You never know, those could come back in style.”

       After another hour of driving, the Impala rolled onto a gravel driveway connected to a log built office. As you stepped out of the car the crisp air of the forest nipped at your skin waking you up. The gas and pollution of the cities made you appreciate the fresh air and scenic views before you. As far as the eye could see there were only trees that looked straight out of a Hallmark movie perfectly covered in snow. For the last month all you had seen was gray buildings. It was suffocating how many people squished themselves into one place that they called home.

       Dead leaves and rocks crunched underneath your feet as you walked into the Park Ranger’s Office. A wave of hot air rushed past your cheeks as you stepped into the heated building. It was simple in structure having only four rooms, a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom and an office. The aesthetic was just as you had imagined it would be. The walls were covered with nature paraphernalia everywhere, with samples of tree leaves and forest fauna tacked onto poster board naming the different parts of the organism. Other parts of the wall were covered in maps and pictures of memories from years and decades ago, like a life size scrap book. The heels of your boots clacked against the wooden floor giving a signal to the workers inside that they had some company. 

       “Hello?” You called out. It’d been awhile since you saw Jen, so you weren’t sure what you were going to get. But after a few moments your voice was met with clunking boots and a familiar face. 

       “(Y/N)! Dean! Thank god you’re here, I’ve had enough of all the spooky shit going down here and would like to go back to fearing bears instead of monsters.” Jen said bounding towards you two with a smile. In her hands she was holding a manila folder that had papers sticking out in all different angles. You smiled feeling her bubbly energy, feeling yourself start to charge up a little after such a long drive. 

       “We’ll get you back to fearing those bears in no time. What do you have for us?” You asked stepping closer to get a look at the file Jen prepared, with Dean following your steps.

       “The disappearances have been happening for years and only during the late fall and winter season, but no one talks about it.” Jen huffed out. She leaned against the kitchen counter with her arms crossed.

       “The police usually just show up, ask their questions, and never do anything to solve the cases. Always claiming it’s bears. But I call bullshit, because bears only kill people when threatened or if they’re messing with their cubs. I doubt that many people would be stupid enough to play chicken with a bear. And even if they did end up dead bears bury their prey and feed on them until completely gone, but we haven’t found any evidence to support that claim. No body, no bears.” Jen’s description of the case was strange. Both you and Dean were already mentally working on a list of creatures to rule out in your hunt. 

       “Have you seen or smelled anything strange in those weeks?” Dean asked. He was thumbing through the file to see pictures of the site of the crime, narrow footprints on the ground, and trees scratched with bloody long claws. Jen looked at the ground, pulling her brows together in concentration as she thought back, willing her memories to give her some sort of clue to what happened here. 

       “Not that I can think of…” For a moment it looked like something clicked in Jen’s eyes. “Although….”

       “Yeah?” Jen shook her head again dismissing herself. “Anything will help.”

       Jen pulled her lips tight before answering you. “The claw marks I’ve noticed on the trees are odd.”

       “How so?” Your partner asked stepping in.

       “It’s not a huge difference from regular bear claw marks, but something feels off about them. The claw marks feel less like territory guarding and more like a result from an attack. If that makes any sense, they’re less precise.” You and Dean shared a look, almost as if you were telepathically sharing the same idea. Your gut was telling you already predictions of what was terrorizing the woods, but you wanted to get all the details before you jumped to conclusions. The case seemed like a pretty open and close shut one. You were about to thank Jen when the office door suddenly swung open. After a moment of panic, Dean quickly picked up the case file and hid it in the confines of his leather jacket. The door swung back hitting the wall with a loud smack revealing an older gentleman in a police uniform. His face was grim, every crease in his face probably from frowning so much. Your eyes looked to his breast pocket with the name tag, ‘Rick Sullivan, Police Chief.’

       “Ms. Clinton, you’re not scaring the locals again with your fairy tails are you?” The policeman’s voice lacked any humor or sarcasm whatsoever. From the cadence of his words you could tell that this wasn’t the first time Jen had this conversation with him. Jen’s body language switched. She stood up straight with a stoic look on her face. Oh yeah, they had definitely met before. Jen bit her tongue, wanting so badly to tell him off and reveal to him the true nature of this world and watch as his face morphed into one of pure terror.

       “Not at all,” Jen said, clipping her words as short as she could. “just telling these kids that now might not be the best time to go hiking. Ya know, what with the disappearances and all.” Her eyes narrowed slightly with a fake smile. She couldn’t help but get in at least one jab before the conversation ended. It was a damned if you do, damned if you don’t situation. But at least with this option she was able to do what she wanted, regardless of the consequences. The police man, now known as Rick from his name tag, clenched his jaw. Tension built up into the air as the two stared at each other for a moment.

       “Just some bears getting their energy out, nothing more than that. But regardless the department needs to check all the bases and I need the sign in form.” Jen breathed deeply, most likely to stop herself from saying anything else and walked out of the room to get the clipboard the office left out at the entrance on a pedestal for guests to sign in at.

       “Is everything ok? We heard there were some people who went missing here.” You asked casually slipping your hand into Dean’s. The rush Dean felt from your skin touching his made his heart beat quicken. That familiar hum of energy traveled up his arm and dissipated into the rest of his body. He knew you were only doing it to protect your cover, but it still didn’t fail to make him nervous. Feeling some sort of magnetic pull, Dean moved closer to you. You would be lying if you said that playing this role didn’t feel natural to you. It was odd how easily you could slip into the role of a fake girlfriend, holding onto his arm and leaning your head on his shoulder.

       Rick shook his head and sighed. “Nothing so dramatic happened here. We just have a few residents that like to stir things up and make trouble where there isn’t any. As long as you don’t hike where you shouldn’t be you should be fine.” He stated this like it was such an obvious fact that even a mouth breathing four year old would be able to see it. Rick seemed to think highly of himself, towering over you two in condescension. To him you two were just some dumb kids looking to cause him grief.

       “Are you sure? We read that there wasn’t any damning evidence that pointed to a bear attack.” Dean butted in. Your grip on his hand tightened almost as a warning to get him to cut the attitude he was sporting. If it wasn’t in his voice, you could see it all on his face. Dean’s eyes were locked on Rick with his lips pursed. Of course that shit head had to have at least one word in on this, his personality wouldn’t have it any other way. He always had issues with authority, something you thought he picked up since he was always under John’s thumb.

       Rick could sense Dean’s snarky attitude a mile away and reciprocated. His posture straightened even more, if possible, and he pulled his shoulders back. “Son, I’ve been on the force for damn near forty years. I think I know a bear attack when I see one.” You were sure if Dean uttered another word Rick would have him arrested just for being disrespectful. Truly the police chief before you was the epitome of the angry baby boomer’s generation, and Dean was just another millennial in his eyes here to ruin the diamond industry by spending all his money on avocados or not getting married. 

       You tugged on Dean’s arm wanting nothing more than to get out of here before the situation escalated. “Hey love, why don’t we head home and come back another time?” You  asked leaning into Dean, affectively playing the part of the girlfriend. The two of you had everything you needed from Jen to start working on the case, and if you had any more questions you’d call her. Guess she wasn’t kidding when she mentioned over the phone that the cops around here were twitchy. Dean couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his lips looking at you clinging onto him. Fake or not he loved being able to have these moments with you. 

       “Sure thing sweetheart.” Dean’s eyes followed your figure as you lead him out of the door to the office, ignoring anything Rick Sullivan had to say to him. 

       Once you knew you were out of ear shot of the asshole back in the office you felt the need to speak up brewing inside you.

       “You are going to get us arrested with that smart mouth of yours.” You poked at Dean. Looking over to him you saw a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. He didn’t regret a word he said. You both walked in sync to the car with clasped hands, no longer safe from the cold outside. 

“Well my mouth could be doing other things if you want sweetheart.” Dean tugged on your hand, pulling you to him with a smirk. Your laughter filled the air as you shook your head.

       “Like what? Complain and bitch about the cold? You are pretty good at that.”  Rick’s crotchety behavior was long forgotten by the time you two got in the Impala. Yet again your rapport with Dean remained the same. Maybe harmless flirting was just your friendship and you were making too big of a deal about it. Analyzing your history with him did remind you that this dynamic of yours had been going on forever. Nothing came from it then, so maybe nothing will come from it now. The two of you settled back into the Impala to start yet another adventure into the supernatural world. 

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Magical Garden- Chapter I

> genre: kingdom au, enemies to lovers, fluff, comedy, angst, romance, fantasy.

> pairing: crownprince!yoongi x crownprincess!reader ( oc )

> warnings: death, blood, loss of important people

> wordcount: 1.8k

> authors note: hiii, this is literally my first time doing anything like this, so feedback would be amazing. Constructive criticism is important, so please tell me if there is anything bugging with the chapter. Yoongi will appear in the next chapter and then you will not read enough of him i promise lmao.

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The smell of the flowers have always calmed me down. Ever since I was a little girl til now. My father let the garden be built for me during my earlier days. I have been taking care of the plants ever since then. Whenever I feel like the world is going to go under, I simply run towards the garden and within the inhalation of the flowery scent which runs along garden with the breeze, I always feel comforted. It is much alike a hug you can say. Together with the sun rays I simply cannot be more thankful. Flowers have and will always be my biggest love.

Today was one of those days. The air had been tense, not only in the castle, but in the inner town as well. Remembering your walk with your guard and hearing the whispers of the unknown. It was scary. Something was not in the right place. And with that mother and father were constantly arguing. Not with eachother but about me. These blaring voices were becoming more and more frequent. I still have not figured out what they are screaming about. They simply will not answer. I even tried asking the guards and told them I would ask my father to give them a raise, but they would not budge. Stupid yes. Of course they would not since they are trained to be immune to bribing. The kingdom would have been ruins a long time ago if they were not. Hearing the loud echoes coming from the ballroom were alarming. I felt heavy. I did not like that they were arguing, even though the bad blood was with me and not them. As my chest starts to tighten and anxiety strikes throughout my body I run. I run towards the place I feel the most safe. The garden was very open and had a few places to sit at. The fountain with the birds chirping and the flower petals floating within never failed to make you smile. Walking up to your usual resting place and laying down on the grass, I felt contented. Laying in the grass and feeling the sun rays have never been this amazing. Grass tickiling your cheeks and listening to the leaves as the breeze flies throughout them. This is all I want to do. Unfortunately that is not how my life will ever work. Biting my lip as a habit and wondering again. What are they fighting about?

Flatting my hand as a way of dismissing my thoughts I close my eyes. Mayhap I could take a nap here. Turning on my side, I decided that taking a nap would be perfect. The guards know where I am anyway. Closing my eyes I felt uneasy for some reason. As if something bad would happen. The pit in my stomach was telling me something. Though my heart was beating fast, I closed my eyes and hoped it was all an illusion.

Oh, how wrong I would be.

A piercing scream that cut through the air woke me up. The sky had gotten darker and loud voices were heard. Quickly you got up and ran towards the entrance of the castle from your garden. Confusion and anxiety once again strikes through you. What was happening? Though you did not have time to think another thought when a guard yanked your arm and started running.

Towards that corridor.

At the end of that corridor there was a door, a door that is thought to be used only during emergencies. You felt even more anxious. “What is happening?” You heaved as you felt the grip getting stronger. “Princess we do not have time to discuss that right now please just follow me” He answers with a hint of stress on his voice.

Your throat was getting more dry. As the guard croached beneath the window placed to make the dark corridor lighter, loud pained screams were still piercing and echoing through the castle. You felt as if the time had stopped. A loud clanking noise woke you up from the nightmare caught inside of you. “Princess please do not have fear in you, everything will be fine” the guard tried to reassure. However, you were not fearful for your own sake, but for your parents. “Where is my mother and father?” You managed to croak out as the guard handed your sword. A loud gasp came out of your mouth. The sword signified that something bad had happened. “Follow me please princess, be as quiet as you can okay” he answered as he grasped your cheeks and wiped the tears which had fallen from your eyes. You could not do much then obey as the guard got up and started walking to the door located at the end of this long corridor.

Father let it be built near the garden for the reason the he knew that the garden was the place I would be at most times. I remember the day when he showed me the door and told me that if I ever would be put in a situation where I was at a risk, he would be outside the door. Closing your eyes, the conversation plays as a film inside your head. “There will be a guard whom will lead you the way, do not have fear my love, your father and mother will be waiting for you always”. Smiling at your father, you embraced him with your arms. “Thank you father, I will not have any fear in me, do not worry”.

Again, a blaring scream much alike sirens woke you up. You dried the tears streaming down you face and believed in your fathers words. Swiftly with your sword, you cut the long silky dress that had been gifted to you from your mother on your birthday and ran so you could to catch up with the guard. Both of you managed to get to the door, but as you were turning the doorknob, loud footsteps were heard coming from the direction you just came from. Knowing that those blaring voices and footsteps did not belong to any of your fathers men, you looked into the guards eyes. “Princess, you have to continue yourself. Your mother and father are waiting outside with a carriage. Keep your sword with you always and be wary” the guard quickly said as he shielded you with his back and kept his face towards the noise. Knowing that there was no need to fight with the guard, you quickly nodded and turned the doorknob. “Please forgive me guard, I am forever thankful” you said as you had opened the door and had taken a step into the unknown. “Go now Princess, do not fear” he said as he gestured you to continue. The voices getting stronger made you move faster. Running, noises of swords hitting eachother was the only thing you heard.

You had never been here before. Stopping and looking around your surroundings made you more fearful. You saw the carriage without the horses, but where was mother and father? Just when you were going to take another step a voice stopped you from doing so. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” the voice snickered. As I turned around, my skin was crawling. I was not shocked, I knew this would happen. The town had been having a very suspicious aura. “General Lee, I knew something was not right about you” You answered with all the braveness I had in myself, which by the way was slowly going away for every second. As I looked him in the eyes, I could only see evil. I needed to get out from here quick. “Your Majesty, I am so happy to see you. How do you feel about being the Queen for the time being?” He said with a jokingly voice that was hinting seriousness. My eyebrows furrowed. “I am not a Queen, I am a princess General. I wonder what father will do with you after this. Hopefully he will have mercy on you and will put you in a basement until you rot inside of it” You answered with a disgusted voice. “I am unfortunate to tell you this, Your Majesty, but your parents ran into some trouble and could not make it out” the General said as he walked a step closer to you. Confusion draped your face and the General laughed. “Are you sure you are not dumb darling? Your parents are dead. We killed them” he continued. Your breathing stopped. His voiced echoed inside your head. Everything got quiet. You felt as if there was no oxygen in your lungs. The General indicated that you should look behind him and oh, how you wish you never looked. There was your parents with swords in their hearts. Blood was trickling from their bodies to the green grass. You gasped. Why was this happening you? Tears streamed down your face, much alike the fountain in your garden. You were lost in sadness, confusion and anger. Closing your eyes and lifting your head up in the sky. You could feel the breeze again. Somehow the flowery scent was faintly there. The General let out yet another laugh and took two more steps to you. Some more steps and you would feel his breath trickle your skin. “I am sorry Your Majesty, but you have to understand that we were needed to eliminate the targets in order to get to our goal. You.” He snickered. “I-I-I” you stuttered. You felt numb. But then something snapped inside of you. Anger rushed through your body. Never have you felt this type of emotion before. Thousands of thoughts were again running through your mind, but one thing was clear. You needed to kill the General. Your hand holding the sword got tighter around it. Collecting your thoughts and opening your eyes you looked at the evil man before you and as a rush broke inside of you, the only color you could see was red. “You are going to die!” You screamed as you aimed for him. The attack was unexpected and though the General was trained, not even him could stop you from tainting his soul. Once again a scream stopped you from going further then just tainting his soul. The air had gotten warmer and the fiery colors of the castle were getting closer. Taking your swords from the Generals body, you fell to your parents bodies. The soil felt different. A wave of sorrow filled you and then and there you promised you would fight for them. You wanted to stay but the loud footsteps were getting closer. You cannot stay. You need to run. One look upon the night sky and the stars, then you needed to run. From the inner pocket in your dress, you took the rose petals you had earlier picked to make a lipstick of. Putting rose petals along the bodies of your parents, kissing their foreheads and telling them you loved them was the last thing you did before you took your sword and ran towards the forest, into the uncertainty.

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Welcome to the Neighborhood part 2

Fandom: Thomas Sanders, Sanders Sides

Pairings: Prinxiety?

Summary: Virgil’s really bad at peopling, or so his new neighbors find out.

Chapter Navigation: part one part three

Notes: I didn’t plan to continue this, but a lot of people liked it? So here’s some more of this absurd little comedy.

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           Early one morning before the sun had yet to rise, Virgil was lounging on the roof munching on some Cheetos.

           “How did you even get up there?”

           Virgil most definitely did not yelp. He let out a manly grunt of surprise at the figure on the ground who managed to sneak up on him. It was one of the new neighbors, Roman. He wore shorts, sneakers, and a tank top, looking like he was about to go for a morning jog.

           He also stood there grinning, and Virgil didn’t think he imagined the movie star twinkle that came with it.

           Virgil slowly pointed a finger at him. “Don’t.”

           “Don’t what?”

           “Sneak up on me. People die that way.”

           Roman threw back his head and laughed. It annoyed Virgil so he tossed a Cheetos at his stupid perfect face. Roman batted the projectile away easily.

           “Do you always sit around eating chips?” Roman asked benignly.

           Virgil shrugged, frowning down into his nearly empty bag. When did that happen? “Nah, when I’m in the backyard I eat Oreos.”

           “Of course,” Roman nodded sagely. “Where else would one eat Oreos?”

           “Exactly. You so get me.”

           Roman watched him for a moment as he upended the bag to pour the rest of the chips into his mouth. “So why the roof?”

           Virgil swallowed his mouthful. “I thought my gargoyle aesthetic was pretty self-explanatory, but I guess not.”

           “Gargoyle?”

           “I’m a gothic gay disaster. Is there any other reason someone like me would be chilling on a roof other than to emulate a gargoyle?”

           “When it comes to you, I’m finding that there are infinite possibilities to the reasons why you do things and none of them I would have ever guessed.”

           Virgil narrowed his eyes. He probably would have appeared more threatening without the cheesy crumbs littering his mouth, but whatever. It was all about the eyes yo. “I can’t tell if that was an insult or a compliment.”

           With a flourish, Roman straightened and gestured to himself. “Coming from a writer such as myself? Yes, it was most definitely a compliment.”

           “Hm,” Virgil hummed noncommittally. He balled up the chip bag, relishing in the sound of the plastic crumbling. He threw a leg over the roof’s edge to hang in the air casually.

           The chill in the air nipped at his cheeks. Had he not been dressed in his usual hoodie, it’d probably be cold. He wondered if Roman was cold, standing down there in shorts and no sleeves. He didn’t look cold, expression one of interest as he was content to stand there.

           Virgil wanted to ask him about his work, what kind of things he wrote, because truthfully Virgil would have took one look at him and never thought ‘writer’. Instead, he blurted, “Weren’t you going to go, like, do jock stuff?”

           “I was, but then I found a cute little kitten stuck up on a roof,” Roman said with a smile so sweet that his eyes smiled too. “Oh, I’m sorry, I meant cute little gargoyle.”

           “Damn right I am,” Virgil said confidently, not feeling confident in the slightest, but Roman didn’t have to know that. As it was, Virgil called on the powers of God and anime to will away any inkling of a blush that might dare to tinge his corpse pale cheeks. He didn’t exactly prepare to be flirted with this morning by his hot neighbor.

           Oh God.

           Wait.

           . . . was his hot neighbor actually flirting with him?

           Okay, okay Virgil. Don’t be a dweeb. It’s not like you’re so socially repressed that you barely leave the house and work from home and nobody has flirted with you since high school except that that love letter wasn’t actually supposed to go in your locker in the first place and you didn’t realize until after you asked them out, talk about childhood trauma, yeesh—

           “Virgil?” Roman asked.

           He snapped violently out of his memories, responding too loudly, “Yeah! I’m here!” And really? ‘I’m here?’ Virgil briefly contemplated whether or not Roman would be alarmed if he tried to choke himself on the balled up Cheetos bag.

           “I was just going to ask if you made a habit of sitting on the roof every morning,” Roman inquired. “It’d be nice to see a friendly face before I head out on my morning runs.”

           “Uh, yeah, I watch the sunrise every morning so—” He slapped a hand over his mouth. Oh fuck, he didn’t mean to say that.

           Roman’s eyebrows shot up nearly to his hairline. “You watch the sunrise?” he asked, and yeah, it was time for Virgil to yeet himself from the roof.

           “Uh, I mean,” he floundered for some response that didn’t make him look like the flowery sap he truly was. “I sit up on the roof every morning to glare at the sun.”

           “To . . . glare at the sun?”

           “Yeah, just in case he gets any bright ideas,” he punned without thinking and he deadass would have actually jumped from the roof after that if Roman hadn’t chuckled good-naturedly and rolled with it.

           “Can’t have that, now can we? All of us mere mortals are indebted to you and your bravery.”

           “Well, uh, yeah,” Virgil said and finger-gunned at him.

           God help him, he couldn’t stop.

           The sky had lightened by this point. The first sun rays pierced through the cool fog haunting the suburban streets. Roman glanced towards the backyard where the orange haze originated. In that moment, with the soft breeze lifting his wavy brown locks, Virgil wondered why on earth Roman had settled for being a scriptwriter and not an actor.

           “You know . . .” Roman began, lips tugging up and eyes warming in the sun’s glow. “I like to ‘glare’ at the sunrise too, on occasion. It’s magnificent, isn’t it?”

           Virgil wasn’t sure why, but he felt the urge to hug his knees to his chest. “Um, yeah . . . It’s nice.”

           Roman didn’t seem to mind his weird quirks. He didn’t belittle or laugh at him, nor did he run away. It was a lot more than what Virgil expected when he heard they were getting new neighbors.

            “It’s a nice sight to see before you sleep,” Virgil admitted. “I usually go to bed afterwards.”

            “Then surely you have the sweetest of dreams,” Roman smiled at him.

            Virgil snorted and threw the crumbled up Cheetos bag at him. “Just because you’re a writer doesn’t give you an excuse to talk like a dork.”

            “On the contrary, it gives me all the more reason!” he declared. “And honestly, darling, you must stop with the throwing of chip bags at people. Aren’t gargoyles supposed to be symbols of protection?”

            “I’m protecting my sanity.”

            Roman laughed in a carefree way that made Virgil want to smile too. However, the front door to Roman’s house opened and his roommate shuffled out. The bespectacled man looked ready to head out for work but paused upon seeing them.

            “Oh, good, Virgil,” Logan called out.

            Virgil stiffened. Never in his life had he wanted to be an actual gargoyle more than he did now, because currently he was unable to ward off the evil coming right for him.

            “Virgil, I’ve been meaning to have a word with you,” Logan said, stopping beside Roman.

            “I’m sorry, my people need me, I must go,” Virgil said, moving to crawl to the other side of the roof.

            “Wait, please, I’m afraid we got off on the wrong start—”

            “What gave you that idea?”

            “You threw a chip bag at my face.”

            Roman placed a hand on Logan’s shoulder. “It’s a sign of affection really.”

            Logan shook his head. “I only wanted to extend an invitation to you and your roommate to join us for dinner sometime, in the hopes that we can get better acquainted.”

            “Or so you can lure us into your evil lair.”

            “Virgil, I am not a vampire.”

            “That’s just what a vampire would say!” Virgil hissed.

            “Virgil, please.”

             Virgil thrust out a finger to point at him accusingly. “If you’re not a vampire, I demand proof.”

              “I . . .” Logan looked down at himself and then up at the sun shining directly on them. He glanced at Roman beseechingly.

              “You heard the man,” Roman said with a teasing grin. “Prove it.”

              The light of hope dulled in Logan’s eyes. “I know where you sleep at night, Prince.”

              Roman’s eyes went comically wide. “Good Heavens, he’s out for blood! Is that a glimpse of fang I spy? Virgil, dearest, run now before it’s too late!”

              “Roman!” Logan surged forward but was a second too late. Roman had already fled, cackling down the sidewalk as he ran with Logan hot on his tail.

              Virgil watched them go, contemplating whether or not he should take a bath before he hit the hay. From beside him, his walkie-talkie crackled.

              “Virgil, honey, did you eat the last of my Cheetos?”

              Virgil eyed the device and considered the benefits of living on the roof from now on.

              “I know you’re on the roof. I can smell your guilt from here. I won’t hesitate bitch.”

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Four Suns: Chapter One

Drum roll, please! Here it finally is! 

This story is based off of this request. 

Funny thing about this request is that I’ve never written a scifi story. I love the genre, or at least a lot of it, like Mass Effect, Doctor Who, Star Wars, etc. But some of the stories I’ve read cross from speculative and original science to corny really fast. I’m always worried my stories will do that.

I’ve really enjoyed writing this and it quickly got to over 8,000 words lol, so I’ve broken it into chapters for everyone! Here is the first of what I believe will be four chapters. 

But, here’s my first attempt at writing a scifi and poly story! Enjoy!❤ 

Taglist: @idiotflowerex, @laststory1013, @sayaoqueen, @jophinabean 

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Tags: Alien AU, Angst, Poly, Fantasy Violence

Word Count: 2,000

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Chapter One: Sunrise

A world with four suns would burn under such heat, or so you had always believed.

The planet of Lucis had fallen long ago, eclipsed in eternal shadow. The only way to dispel the darkness were weapons called The Royal Arms, but they had been scattered throughout the galaxy by the ruler of the darkness, Ardyn.

The young prince Noctis and his royal retina had been off planet when Lucis fell. They watched the six sacred stars surrounding their planet disappear into darkness. Now, it was up to them to gather the royal arms and dispel the evil that swallowed their world.

After many long years away, they are after the last piece of their quest: The Sword of the Father. The newest and most powerful of the royal arms. Ardyn had taken pleasure in sending this treasure away, as it had belonged to the king, Noctis’s father. All information said that it was on a tiny planet in a long-forgotten galaxy.

You were raised on Earth, a planet that treated the thought of alien life as pure fiction. You lived a lonely life along the coast, having taken your grandparent’s home when they passed away. You stared out over the waves at night, imagining a life of adventure based on the stories your grandmother had told you.

It was one of these nights, as you watched the sun sink below the waves, that the stories found you.

As the sun sank, its orange glow became scared with black. You gasped, fearing a plane had crashed. But it had come from directly overhead. You hadn’t seen a plane pass from that direction. The object crashed into the water just off the beach. The waves surged up to your ankles as the water was displaced.

Doing the only thing you could rationally think to do, you waded out until the water was past your knees, calling out in hopes of finding survivors.

 Noctis pulled himself onto a rock, coughing up seawater. The Regalia had taken damage in their last adventure, causing the ship to malfunction upon entering this planet’s atmosphere. The prince smiled as his friends lifted themselves onto nearby rocks, as well.

“Specs, where are we,” he asked his soaked advisor, smiling at Ignis’s flat hair.

“Navigation said that the planet’s name is ‘Earth’,” Ignis responded, attempting to clean off his glasses.

“Rock? Who names their planet rock?” The Prince’s best friend, a living ray of sunshine named Prompto, responded. Somehow, his hair still stood.

“Seems as good a name as any,” a man covered with the wings of a foreign bird, added.

All four of them suddenly turned, hearing your calls.

“Translator! Now!” Noctis demanded.

“On it!” Prompto was clumsily handling a device in his pocket.

Gladio and Ignis nodded to each other, preparing for possible hostilities.

“Guys! Guys, its ok!” Prompto waved his hands about, trying to calm everyone as the translator took effect.

You came around a set of rocks at the far end of the beach, greeted by a sight you could never imagine. Four beautiful men, dressed in black raiment, soaked to the bone. The setting sun glinted on their hair, making the whole scene look like a crown set with various precious stones.  

Nearest to you was a black-haired man in the finest of clothes you had ever seen. His intense eyes stared back at you with shock and caution. Water dripped down his porcelain smooth face, falling off a set jaw.

The next man’s face was fair and dotted with feckless, like stars in the daylight. The look was completed by the sunshine blond hair that still pointed towards the sky. His blue eyes reflected the water just below him and threated to drown you in their gaze. His mouth was agape, as though taking in the air for the first time.

Water had flattened the third man’s hair to frame his face better than his glasses could ever hope to. Droplets meandered down his cheeks still, tracing smooth lines to his perfect jaw. Behind spotless glasses, his eyes stared into your soul with graceful meticulousness.

The great muscles of the final man were tense, ready to strike. His body was a marvel of human capabilities: defined muscles where you didn’t even know someone had muscles. But his face was just a handsome as the rest of him. Tense amber eyes spoke volumes that his soft lips only dared. Scars framed his face, whispering tales of battles to the droplets that ran their length. And his long, dark hair was already sea swept from the water.

The four of them were equally attractive in different ways. They gave you no reason to suspect they were anything but four divinely perfect humans who just happened to splash into the sea before you.

The five of you stood for a long moment, simply staring at the alien sight before you.

The black-haired leader spoke first. “We come in peace…” he stammered.

The other three mean groaned and looked like they wanted the sea to take them.

“Are you…ok,” you asked hesitantly. They must have hit their heads pretty hard to say something like that.

“We’re…fine. We’re here on vacation and seemed to have crashed our…plane.” The spectacled man spoke up. The four of them started making their way to the shore.

“…yeah, plane,” the blond added.

The large man made his way over to you first. He stood like a mountain against you, threatening without even trying.

“Do you need some help? I could call someone…” you squeaked, staring at the four gorgeous men surrounding you. “If you crashed a plane you should probably go to the hospital…”

“No, no, we’re fine…” The black-haired man added.

The sea itself reared up, frustrated with the mens’ lies. A great wave crashed on the rocks near you, before retreating out to sea, revealing a sleek black ship, nose deep in the sand. The ship was rectangular with flowing curves. Four doors on it made it vaguely resemble a car, but the windshield was a mirror.  Wings replaced wheels and great engines replaced the trunk.

“Is that your…plane,” you asked the object all five of you started at.

The great man before you wore an exasperated look. “Why does nothing ever go our way?”

“It’s about to go less our way! Guys…” the blond yelled, looking over your shoulder.

You turned to see skeletal shadow creatures approaching over the dunes. They looked as though a fever dream had given shadows bones and stretched them out before adding glowing yellow eyes.  They looked otherworldly and sick against the sea grass.

Before you had a chance to question what was before you, the great man pushed you behind him.

“Gladio!” The black-haired man called.

“On it,” he responded. Your protector, Gladio, raised his right arm, revealing a translucent orange bracelet with a soft glow to it. He clenched his fist and the orange spread into a great shield before him just as the first of the creatures threw itself at you.

Sparks flew as the nightmare hit the orange glow. Your great protector was pushed back in the sand. Pink light streaked past your eyes, colliding with the creature before you. It dissolved on contact.

You turned, shocked to see the blond man with a strange looking gun in his hand, blowing on the barrel.

“Nice one, Prompto, now do it a thousand more times…” Gladio called.

“On it!” Prompto responded smugly. “Pew, pew, pew pew pew,” he sang in time with his shots.

Monsters started tumbling and crawling onto the beach like waves of black. But the front lines were soon defended by the last two men.

“Ignis, with me!” The black-haired man called to the spectacled man.

From out of nowhere, Ignis had twin daggers in his hands, blue flames dancing on them. With a great leap, he was in the middle of the monsters, dashing between creatures to end their dark lives.

At one point, he placed a dagger just above the other, tip melding with handle. Then he ran a finger down the lower dagger. It seemed to liquify with his touch, transforming into the handle for what became a spear! His acrobatics with the weapon could rival any dancer you had seen! And when he had no more use for the weapon, he pushed on the bottom of the shaft, letting it liquify back into a dagger that fell into his hand.

But the last man was what truly made you think it was all a dream. A sword appeared in his hands from blue sparks. He wielded it with mastery and speed. But when he threw it, it would fly straight and true, perfectly balanced like an arrow. The man’s body would dissolve in a fury of black and blue swirls before reappearing, starting with his hand on the blade. He disappeared into particles in one spot, to materialize in another!

The four men provided order to the monsters’ chaos; destroying each with their own style but working together like a choregraphed dance. You thought this nightmare was going rather well as the monsters’ numbers were diminishing. But what they started to lack in quantity, they made up for in quality.

The most intelligent of the creatures brought up the rear. Yes, an end was in sight, but the remaining handful was conniving. They watched each man, learned their strengths, and attacked in new ways. You saw them dodge attacks before circling towards a new target.

Gladio had kept most of the monsters away from you, thus far. He bashed them with the shield, sometimes driving the bottom of the great weapon down onto a fallen shadow. One or two had gotten past him, but you drove them back with a hurried kick. Your protector had smiled at your ingenuity and courage.

But no amount of courage can save you from deception. 

One creature dove between Ignis and the black-haired man, straight at Gladio, before leaping upwards and over him. Prompto fired at it, but it’s body seemed to morph, allowing a hole the beam passed through harmlessly. You watched in a slowed world as its shadowy feet left Gladio’s shoulders, before it landed square on you.

Noctis’s warp couldn’t happen fast enough. You were overwhelmed by darkness as the creature seeped into your very being. Your body fell to the sand, but your consciousness continued to spiral into everlasting darkness.

You couldn’t hear it, but the men around you let out a cry in unison as your body met the sand. Gladio’s shield dropped as he lunged, trying to catch you. Noctis had overshot your form, having not met the daemon he was aiming for. He took off towards you with a runners’ start. Prompto looked on in horror, not realizing that the rest of the world was falling apart around him, as well. Ignis was devastated but had to come to his senses and pull the group together.

“PROMPTO! Cover Gladio! We have to get them to safety,” he yelled, attempting to organize the chaos around them.

Prompto snapped back to reality. “Er, on it!”

Gladio scooped you into his arms as Noctis joined the two of you. He laid a royal hand on your forehead, feeling your temperature plummet. He grimaced; time was not on their side.

“Iggy! Get the medkit,” Gladio yelled over his shoulder. Ignis obliterated one of the remaining daemons before nodding and running on swift legs towards their ship.

“We have to find a safe space…that way,” Noctis pointed towards a nearby house, feeling forced to make a command decision.

Your cold form was cradled against Gladio’s chest as he and Noctis made for the nearest house, swiftly and carefully. Ignis and Prompto watched with worried eyes, staying behind to finish any stray daemons before following.

So much of the light the men had known had been corrupted by Ardyn. They wouldn’t let him take the first star they had seen in forever.

Next Chapter==>

[starboyreggie]

A Princess and A Pagan

A Princess and a Pagan: The Beginning of the Betrayal

Part Two // Part Three

Word Count: 1708

Pairing: Hvitserk x Adelaide (OC)

Summary: The Northmen have entered East Anglia, and the king of West Anglia has taken precautions to make sure they will not harm his kingdom. However, Ragnar has not only asked for richest, but also for the young Princess’s hand in marriage.

Warnings: Viking slander

Requested: nope, I just wanted to write for my man

Masterlist

// I do not own any characters or themes except for Adelaide and her family. This work of fiction is heavily based on History’s Vikings. However, in this piece, the sons of Ragnar are older much earlier and all travel with him to Europe. //

It was a warm spring day with the sun shining down from the sky on the kingdom of West Anglia. The birds were singing outside the window their sweet morning song. Adelaide stretched her arms to her sides and she hummed to herself when she felt the sun’s warm rays on her face. Looking out the opening, she smiled to herself thinking about the day’s activities.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock filled her room. Adelaide called for her visitor to enter, knowing it was her servant, Milla. Her brown hair was pulled into a high bun as it usually was, and she carried a dress in her arms.

“Good morning, Milla.” Adelaide murmured as her voice was rough from her long night's sleep. Milla was one of younger servants her father had. She was only 29 years old, and she started working for the King of West Anglia when she was 14 years old.

“Good morning to you too, Princess Adelaide. How was your rest?” Milla inquired. She placed the dress at the foot of Adelaide’s bed and watched as she stepped out of the bed.

“It was interrupted many times during the night by soldiers running down the hall,” Adelaide’s eyebrows scrunched together as she approached her servant, “Do you know anything about that?”

Adelaide sat down at her mirror and watched as Milla approached her. Milla sighed as she reached for the hairbrush on the table, “The Northmen are in East Anglia and might be heading west. There is to be no worry though because your father has started to prepare.”

Adelaide couldn’t help but worry. What would happen if those pagans came to her home? She had complete faith in her God and father that she would be protected. She had heard of some of the terrors that followed these Northmen. They were giant men with even bigger weapons who were rumored to eat Christian children for dinner after they had destroyed villages and bathe in Saxon blood.

She shuddered at the thought of those pigs being in her kingdom. Milla saw the distress on her princess’s features and quickly finished brushing her hair. She ushered Adelaide out of the chair and over to the foot of the bed, “Let’s forget about that for now and get you dressed for the day.”

Adelaide slipped out of the silk slip she had slept in. Goosebumps arose on her skin as the cold morning air hit her skin. She stepped into the red dress as Milla walked around her to tie the back. Adelaide looked in the floor length mirror and took in her appearance. The dress was a deep red color with a high collar and red lace sleeves. The material was tight until it reached her waist where it became loose and flowy.

Once Milla had completely tied the back of the dress, she walked back in front of Adelaide. She ran her hands down her sides, smoothing the dress down. Milla grabbed some of Adelaide’s naturally wavy hair and placed it in front, “You are so beautiful, my Princess.”

“Thank you, Milla,” Adelaide warmly smiled, “Did my father give you any specific instructions for me?”

Milla placed her hand on the small of Adelaide’s back as she guided her to the door, “Just for you to meet him for breakfast as soon as you awoke.”

Adelaide nodded her head and dismissed Milla when they reached her chamber’s door. On the way to the dining room, she noticed a surplus of guards posted around the castle. She brushed it off and blamed the Northmen’s presence in East Anglia for the increase of soldiers.

She reached the dining room and her father, mother, and older brother was already there. The room got eerily quiet as she approached the table. “Good morning, father,” Adelaide leaned down over her father’s shoulder and gave him a kiss on his cheek as she greeted him.

King Coel smiled at his little girl as she took her seat, “I hoped you slept well, sweetheart.”

“I did, father,” Adelaide took a sip from her cup before continuing, “Why were the guards so restless last night?” No one answered her as her mother looked at her with a sad look.

“What? Is there something wrong? I know about the pagans in East Anglia.” Adelaide started to panic as her brother just stared at their father, waiting for him to speak.

“Princess,” her father began before he was interrupted by the dining room’s door being slammed open. Everyone’s eyes snapped over to the noise. Adelaide was the last one to react as her back was to the door. She turned in her seat to see three giants standing and one on the floor in the doorway.

The one in the middle, who seemed to be the leader as he was the biggest, had a long braid of hair going down his back with the sides shaved and a thick beard that went down to the bottom of his neck. The other three men were smaller but still huge. To the left of the largest man, was what seemed to be the next oldest and he had the same shaven sides but the hair on top was much shorter; on the other side of the leader, was a man with blonde hair that was braided but nowhere as long as the other two. Next to the blonde was the man on the floor, and he had the shortest hair of all the men and it wasn’t braided.

The three men started to walk toward the table as the last dragged himself. The leader took the seat to the left of Adelaide’s father as he was at the head of the table. Her mother was to his right, her brother beside the queen, and Adelaide beside him. The second oldest took the seat next to the leader and the cripple next to him. The blonde sat to Adelaide right and she flinched as his eyes scanned her.

Adelaide scooted closer to her brother and looked to her father with confusion etched on her face. The king looked apologetic as he sighed and looked at the people that had just joined the table. Adelaide’s brother, Nikolas, took her hand under the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

King Coel cleared his throat, “Princess, I would like to introduce you to Ragnar, Ubbe, Ivar, and Hvitserk.” Her father pointed to each as he said their name. Adelaide smiled at each one as she made eye contact with them to show that she was friendly since she didn’t think they could speak her language, “I am Adelaide,” she enunciated, making sure to speak slowly and point to herself when she said her name. The men seemed to understand as they nodded in response.  

“Father, what are they doing here?” Adelaide said in a happy tone so not set off any alarms in the visitors’ heads.

“We are here because your father asked us to negotiate a deal,” Ragnar spoke to her. Adelaide’s smile dropped immediately as she was shocked to understand his words. She looked around to the younger men to see their reactions to her question. They were watching carefully but didn’t seem like they heard what she said specifically.

“My sons cannot understand you. I am the only one here that can speak your language.” Ragnar confirmed as Adelaide shook her head.

“Ragnar here has agreed not to raid nor kill any of our people in the kingdom,” the King had paused to let the good news settle in.

Adelaide smiled at Ragnar, “Thank you, and what have you asked of us in return?”

Your father rushed to answer, “We are to pay them a sum in gold and silver annually.” Adelaide nodded, the deal seems fair to her. There was no price for safety, but that appeared to be a reasonable deal. She wondered how much the pagans wanted because as just as it seemed, she knew it was too good to be true.

“Your father has also given us your hand in marriage,” Ragnar spoke, and Adelaide heard the venom drip from his words as an evil smirk appeared on his face. He was clearly looking for a reaction out of Adelaide and she couldn’t help but give him one.

The blood drained from the princess’s body, and her body ran cold. She was having a hard time breathing as her gaze turned to her father. He had a look of pity on his face directed toward her. The king didn’t say anything as he allowed Ragnar’s words to sink in.

Adelaide's mouth was slightly open as if she wanted to speak, but no words came out. She couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that her father had sold her to these pagans. And for what? For the Northmen not to attack them? They hadn’t made any advances toward West Anglia, so there was no need for this deal. Her father had jumped the gun with this alliance. He hadn’t even tried to fight. The king was protecting the kingdom when it wasn’t in any danger yet.

Adelaide started to blink rapidly as her vision started to blur. She didn’t know if it was anger or betrayal that controlled her body at this point. Her mother had constantly reassured her that she would be able to approve her husband, that she would be happy and marry into love.

She looked at her mother and she refused to look at Adelaide. Adelaide looked around the table and the Northmen were all staring at her, drinking her reaction. She started to feel tears sting in her eyes, but she was determined to not let these pigs see her cry. Adelaide quickly blinked them away as she choked, “Who?”

“My eldest unwed son, Hvitserk,” He stated proudly as he nodded toward the blonde next to Adelaide. She slowly turned her head to face Hvitserk. He was already looking at her with a dark look in his eyes. Adelaide gulped a large lump that had formed in the back of her throat.

“I hope that this was worth it, father.” She spoke with hatred laced in her tone as she kept eye contact with Hvitserk.

A/N: ahhhh! This is my first piece as a multi-fandom blog, so it had to be my man Hvitserk. This will be a long fic and the other parts will be longer and may get smutter. Also, I decided to give the protagonist a name, Adelaide Coel. She is physically based on Mary of Scots from Reign but only physically. I hope yall enjoy this! I am really nervous about posting this, so leave me some feedback!

[padfootagain]

Starry Nights (III)

Part 3 : Coral Hearts

This is the third part of the Starry Nights series. I know I don't usually post so many bits of a series in a row, but I made @drinix wait for too long already with this story.

Part 4 in the coming days.

Gif not mine.

Edmund had been insistent on spending time with you since he had come back to the island. You were wondering why he acted this way. You were afraid his intentions were not only friendly. Never before had you been confronted to this kind of situation, you had no idea how to react.

But then Caspian had craved for time with you as well, so you guessed that it was merely a friendly gesture, from both of them.

You couldn't be more wrong of course, but how could a naive heart such as yours guess the truth? You had seen Narnia only through dreams. Your tangible world didn't expand beyond this rocky island and its waters full of coral. There was nothing else in your reality.

You shrugged, pushing your thoughts away. Instead of thinking about the two men, you started to hum to yourself a soft song. You were helping Eustace and Lucy to repair the sails that had been torn apart during their fight against Evil.

And for what seemed to be the hundredth time, Eustace cried out, his finger flying up to his mouth.

"How can you have hurt yourself again!" Lucy exclaimed, laughing.

"It's not funny," Eustace protested, frowning hard, his voice childish now. "This needle is too sharp, that's all."

"If it's not sharp, it's not efficient," you replied, laughing just as much as Lucy.

Eustace mumbled something unintelligible under his breath, only making you and the Queen of Old laugh harder.

The three of you turned around at the sound of footsteps approaching.

"Are you already done?" Edmund asked with a smile. "The mast is repaired."

"We should soon be finished," Lucy nodded.

"I'm taking a break, repairing the mast was most tiring," Edmund said slowly, looking at you. "Would you mind taking a walk with me?"

You looked up at him, shrugging, before looking questioningly at Lucy, but the girl gave you a bright smile.

"Don't worry, we'll finish this," she told you.

So you stood up, and followed Edmund as he walked towards the beach.

The sun was shining brightly above the two of you, the rays warm upon your skin, and a thin layer of sweat covered Edmund's brow. The sea was of a deep blue shade, matching the sky. Not a single cloud could be seen on the horizon.

You walked in silence for a while, until you were quite far from the rest of the Narnians. You reached a little river that came falling into the sea, its sweet water mingling with the salt of the ocean.

Edmund stopped next to the river, where the water was the less deep, and you imitated him.

"Do you have everything you need to repair your ship?" you asked after another moment of silence.

"Yes, thank you very much," Edmund smiled. "We should soon be ready to leave."

You nodded slowly, looking down at the water that flowed next to your feet. They had been on the island for... just a week now. But you had grown fond of them already, and your heart was saddened by their departure.

Then, his face crossed your mind, and for a moment, you thought you were about to cry...

"I wish we had more time though," Edmund said behind you, and you turned to him again.

"Everything has an end," you shrugged.

He smiled.

"Your words always sound wise," he pointed out.

"I don't think I'm wise though," you shook your head.

"Really? Why not?"

"I've barely seen anything but this island. And the sky. But it's not the same as a land full of people."

"You want to go away from here?" Edmund asked, raising a surprised eyebrow.

You looked down at your feet again, fidgeting with the fabric of your dress.

"I don't know if I could be brave enough to do that..." you confessed. "I... I long to see the world but... I'm afraid to do it as well. This place is my home. What if I never come back?"

Edmund nodded.

"I understand how you feel," he said softly.

"It must be hard for you to travel back and forth between Narnia and your world," you nodded.

"We'll see what happens about that," Edmund said elusively, brushing your remark away.

He took a step closer to you. You felt uncomfortable all of a sudden as Edmund stood just inches away from you.

"You're very beautiful today, Y/N," he said softly, and he raised his hand towards your face.

You took a step back, stepping into the cold water. But you didn't even notice the frozen water hitting your skin. You didn't feel the flat rocks under your feet.

There was a glint in the King's eyes that had changed. His look was slightly different. As if... as if he wasn't looking at a friend anymore.

"Edmund..." you breathed.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, and you could see that he was earnest.

"I don't feel that way..." you whispered.

"It's okay. Don't be afraid, I'm not going to try anything. I understood."

A small smile appeared on his lips.

"I guess he wins then," Edmund said slowly.

"Who wins?" you asked, frowning.

He raised an eyebrow.

"You really have no idea?"

You took another step back, gasping.

"But..."

"Perhaps you should talk to him," he proposed, his smile still on his lips.

"But... I... I can't..."

You felt tears in the corners of your eyes. You turned on your heels without thinking.

You could hear Edmund's voice in the distance, but you kept on running and running... You couldn't stop. You didn't feel the water turning into sand, the sand turning into earth and then sand again. You didn't feel the branches breaking under your feet, you didn't feel the wind hitting your cheeks. You couldn't feel anything. You were terrified, panic making your heart beat even faster than your running.

When you stopped, your legs gave way, and you fell on your knees. You stared at the ocean before you. Your eyes fell upon the water right before you, and through the transparent liquid, your eyes distinguished the shy colours of coral. Some little fishes were swimming just under the surface.

You heaved a long sigh, burying your face in your hands.

You were not supposed to be in love with him...

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 When he saw Edmund running towards him, he knew something was wrong.

Caspian hurried to meet the boy, worry painted all over his face.

"What's wrong?" he urged the King of Old.

"Have you seen Y/N?" Edmund asked.

Caspian grew paler.

"No, I haven't. Why?" Caspian said slowly.

"I don't know where she ran..." Edmund told him.

He checked around him, but the two men were alone.

"I talked to her, and I understood that I had no chance with her. I thought... I thought it was because of you, but when I made an allusion she just... panicked and she ran away."

"What?!" Caspian roared, his cheeks growing paler and paler. "How could you dare speak to her about this?!"

"Caspian..."

"How Edmund!" Caspian roared.

"I'm sorry! I thought she liked you!" Edmund replied in the same tone. "I thought that was why she was pushing me away."

"Where did you last see her?" Caspian asked, his voice urging.

"Near the river crossing, at the beach. On the south side of the Island."

"I know where it is."

Before Edmund could speak another word, Caspian was running towards the beach.

He kept on running when his lungs were burning and his legs grew sore. His brown eyes were searching for you everywhere. He crossed half the Island, calling your name, panic rising in his chest a bit more at every step he took without any sign of you.

And finally he saw you.

You were still sitting on the beach, your arms wrapped around your legs and your chin resting upon your knees. Your eyes were set upon the soft waves that crashed upon your bare feet.

Your name got caught in his throat at the sight of you.

Slowly, he walked closer to you, his footprints following him in the sand. You seemed to be lost too deeply into your thought to notice his movements, and you remained motionless as he came next to you.

"Y/N?" he called very softly.

But you didn't reply, and he wondered if you had heard him.

"Y/N, we need to talk," he said more loudly.

You finally turned slowly towards him, but your expression was blank, your gaze filled with void.

"Is it true?" you asked, your tone neutral. "What Edmund said..."

"I'm sorry about what he said," Caspian interrupted you. "It was completely inappropriate and..."

"Is it true?" you asked again, and this time you were the one to interrupt him.

Caspian swallowed hard.

"It doesn't matter," he said softly.

"To me, it does."

"Y/N..."

"Is it true? Do you see... not a friend in me? Something else...?"

Caspian looked down at his feet. He seemed to be ashamed of himself.

"Caspian... please..." you insisted, your voice soft now.

But he shrugged.

"It doesn't matter."

"It does matter."

"No, it doesn't," he shook his head, looking at you again. "It doesn't matter at all because... because you deserve better."

You frowned slightly, and he heaved a long sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. When he looked at you again, his jaw was clenched and his voice distant.

"I'm sorry about Edmund. Such behaviour shall not happen again, and I dearly hope that you can accept my apologies on both my and Edmund's behalf. I'm sorry that he offended you."

"He didn't offend me," you answered, your neutral tone back in your voice.

"Good. I'm relieved."

"But Caspian... About what Edmund said..."

"Forget it."

"He was wrong then. I thought he was..." you said slowly, resting your eyes upon the ocean again, and there was both sadness and disappointment in your voice.

Caspian looked at you for a while, letting a heavy silence settle between the two of you. He fought a fierce battle within his mind for a while, trying to decide if it was worth risking to lose you forever.

But then... he guessed you could never be together anyway...

"Edmund was not wrong," Caspian said softly.

You looked up at him again, quickly turning towards him.

You remained silent, staring at the king as he kneeled down in the sand next to you. He was blushing, a sheepish expression painted on his handsome face.

"I'm sorry," he said slowly.

"What are you sorry for?" you asked back, your voice delicate and soothing.

"I cannot control the way I feel for you. Although, I know that I shouldn't be feeling this way. I guess... you don't have the right to love a mortal man."

"I don't think I have the right to do so, no," you whispered.

He nodded, looking down at the sand between the two of you.

"I've never expected you to feel the same as I do," he said, and you knew that he was earnest. "I simply... I simply wish that you could see a friend in me."

"I'm not sure of what I see in you anymore."

He stared at you again, his brown eyes capturing your gaze and soul.

"I don't want to depart while you are angry against me," he said softly.

But you shook your head.

"I'm not angry against you, Caspian."

You stared at each other in silence again. But you didn't need to speak for Caspian to know that you had feelings for him. Feelings that were new to you, and that you were afraid of. And yet, you felt happy by his side, and these feeling that scared you made also your heart light and free.

But reality was not to be forgotten easily...

"Caspian... I can't leave."

"I know."

"I can't leave this island."

"I know you can't."

"I can't follow you to Narnia."

"I know you can't, Y/N."

He brushed a strand of your untamed hair, pushing it behind your ear, and his fingers lingered on the side of your cheek.

Your heart skipped a beat, and so did his.

"But I know that you'll come walking in my dreams for a long while still," he said softly. "Even if we can never be together... My heart will always be yours. It has always been yours. Since that night where you walked barefoot into my sleep. I'll never forget you. I'll see your face in the light of the sun, and your smile in the sea. I'll smell your scent in the night, and feel your soft gaze upon me if I look up at the stars. You'll always be with me, you've been for a long while. I do not regret our meeting. I thought I was going mad... I searched for you everywhere for years..."

Your lips parted slightly at so many confessions, but he ignored your reactions.

"At least I know it wasn't a mere dream. I know you were real," he went on. "And it's enough."

"Is it really enough though?" you asked quietly.

He gave you a sad smile.

"I just want your happiness. And I know this place is important to you."

"All my life, I've longed to leave this place and see the world with my own eyes. See it in real."

"But you're bound to this land. It's your home. What if you can't come back?"

You looked at the coral, barely visible under the soft waves.

"I feel like my feet are stuck into the sand," you said softly. "And I wish to free myself, but I can't. I'm like coral on a rock under the water. I'm afraid I would die if I left. I'm afraid to die if I love you."

Caspian clenched his jaw, resting a hand on your shoulder. And when you turned towards him, he had tears in his eyes, but there was a determined glint in his glance as well, buried under the veil of salty tears.

"I could never forgive myself if anything happened to you," he said earnestly. "I would die to keep you safe. I almost died that day for you..."

You frowned slightly, and he smiled.

"You're the only reason why I didn't die there, on the Dark Island. I couldn't die before seeing you again and yet... yet I took all the risks that were necessary to make sure that you would be safe."

You closed your eyes, tears tightening your throat. But he took your face in his hands, and forced you to look up at him.

"It's alright," he whispered. "I'd rather have you here, safe... I don't think I could live without knowing that you're fine, even if you have to remain on the other side of the world to be protected. And who knows, perhaps you'll come for real in one of my dreams again one day... Perhaps someday my dreams of you will not be mere fantasies. Perhaps you'll come to me again, just like you did that night..."

You were crying by now, and you held on his forearms for dear life.

"I don't want you to leave," you whispered.

"But I can't stay," he shook his head. "My people need me. I'm a King, I can't let them down. Even if I would stay if I could. Even if I love you with every fiber of my being."

You closed your eyes, and you felt his brow resting against yours. You rested your palms upon his cheeks, his beard brushing against your skin in a way that sent shivers run up your spine.

"Y/N..." he breathed.

But before he could add anything else, you pressed your lips to his. You didn't know what you were doing, you had never kissed anyone before, but his soft lips resting against yours were enough to make your head spin. When he started to move slowly his lips against yours, you moaned, leaning into his embrace as he wrapped one of his strong arms around you, holding you close to his chest.

When his lips grazed upon your bottom lip, you completely lost your mind. You felt like you were flying.

You parted your lips for him, and then you understood. It was as if you had lived for all your life with a part of you missing, and you were suddenly fully yourself again. And you knew you would long for this feeling for the rest of your life.

When you finally pulled away, there was a grin you couldn't control crossing your face. For a moment, you were not thinking about what would happen tomorrow, you were fully enjoying this moment.

And it felt good to just live without thinking about consequences for once.

You heard Caspian let out a low chuckle, and you finally opened your eyes to meet his. But his eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he was dazzled by the light of the sun.

"What is it?" you asked softly, still running a hand through his hair.

He let his fingertips draw the outlines of your face.

"You're shining, Y/N. You're shining brighter than any star I've ever seen up there in the Heavens. You're shining so brightly, Y/N..."

[percywinchester27]

Ana’s PJO quotes Challenge

Guess who came up with a challenge? That’s right! Your little fangirl over here presents her very first challenge, with prompts based on quotes from Rick Riordan’s books (Mostly PJO).

For those who have read the books, y’all know how hilarious the prompts can be. For those who haven’t, take a look at the prompts anyway! They might interest you :)

ALSO I have NO IDEA how these prompts fit in so well with SPN-verse. It had me baffled too. Trust me!

Rules:

You don’t have to be following me, but it would be nice :)

The due date is December 10th. If you wanna pull out, or need an extension, please let me know a week before. I know life can get really unpredictable, so we can work it out.

The minimum word count is 500 words, and maximum is 7k.

Please use a “keep reading” option after the first 500 words or so. I insist upon this.

It has to be a reader insert or a general fic. You can write for both characters as well as RPF (J2M only and No wife hate). It can be canon or it can be an AU.

You can write a fluffy, angsty or even smutty fic should the prompt inspire you, but please try not to make it a super detailed PWP fic, it’s just not my thing.

It can be a one shot, drabble or start of a series only.

Mention in the Author's note that it is for my (@percywinchester27) “Ana’s PJO quotes Challenge” and the prompt you’ve chosen. Use the hashtag #Ana’s PJO quotes Challenge in the first 5 tags so I can track it.

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Send an Ask stating the prompt number and a backup in case the first one is taken along with the pairing.

Full prompt list below the cut:

Dialogue Prompts (Only the pronouns can be tweaked in the prompts):

“Don't feel bad, I'm usually about to die.” @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester Dean X Reader

“We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again.” @bringmesomepie56 Dean X Reader

“Lots of death, huh? Personally, I'm trying to avoid lots of death, but you guys have fun!” @luci-in-trenchcoats Dean X Reader

“Ever had a flying burrito hit you? Well, it's a deadly projectile, right up there with cannonballs and grenades.” @jessicawritessmut Jensen x reader

“I try not to think. It interferes with being nuts” @homeschooledonmyhands sister!reader

He forced his fists to unclench. "Look, lady, we're not going to go all Hunger Games on each other. Isn't going to happen.” @melonshino dean x reader

“Being a hero doesn’t mean you’re invincible. It just means that you’re brave enough to stand up and do what’s needed.” @nichelle-my-belle Dean X Reader

“Sugar and caffeine. My willpower crumbled.” @queencflair Dean X Reader

“Scrawny? Baby, I invented scrawny. Scrawny is the new sizzling hot.” @avengingandstuff   Steve Rogers X Reader

“Back in my day, we died all the time, and we liked it!” @drarina1737

“Catch that last episode of Doctor Who? Oh, right. You were trudging through the Pit of Eternal Damnation!” @dauntlessdiva Dean X Reader

“You can't choose your parentage. But you can choose your legacy.” @percussiongirl2017 sister!reader/ platonic!reader

“Everyone hates clowns," ------ said. "Even other clowns hate clowns.” @growningupgeek Sam X Reader

“You, sir, are a ray of sunshine. @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Dean X Reader

“I wake up every morning and think: You know what would be good today? Not dying.” @roxyspearing Dean X Reader

“Don't you ever feel that way? Like you could do a better job if you ran the world?''Um... no. Me running the world would be kind of a nightmare.” @rizlow1 Dean X Reader

“I know, I'm an idiot!" he moaned. "A brilliant idiot, but still an idiot.”  @anticipate1003 gen fic

“That's what happens when it snows in Texas lady. It. Freaking. Melts.” @evil-spn-girl Jared X Reader

“Decapitation is not a healthy lifestyle choice.” @justanotherdeangirl Dean X Reader

“How come I never get invited on these violent trips?” @uniquewerewolfsuit Jared X Reader

“She didn’t want to sleep, but her body betrayed her. Her eyelids turned to lead. “Hey, wake me for second watch. Don’t be a hero.”He gave her that smirk she’d come to love. “Who, me?”He kissed her, his lips parched and feverishly warm. “Sleep.” @torn-and-frayed Dean X Reader

“I gave her my deluxe I'll-Kill-You-Later stare.” @jayankles Jensen x reader

“You drool when you sleep.” @captainemwinchester Dean X reader

“Delaying death is one of my favorite hobbies” @boxywrites Alpha!Dean X Omega!Reader

“What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.”  @jerk-bitch-and-an-angel Dean X reader

“Daddy will explain. Come, he is blowing up monsters.” @sea040561 Misha X Reader

“We'll have to work on your bunny phobia later.” @crispychrissy Dean X Reader

“Life is only precious because it ends, kid.” @summer-binging-spn  Dean X Reader

“Met them. Killed them. Got the T-shirt.”  @internationalfandomgirl  Sam X Reader

“The thing about plummetting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late.”  @iputthesininbuisness  Dean X Reader

“We’ve all got weaknesses. Me, for instance. I’m tragically funny and good-looking.” @imaginesforthose-wholovefandoms Dean X Reader

“I hate this plan,” I said. “Let’s do it.” @plaidstiel-wormstache Dean X Reader

“If I'm dead," he murmured. "Why does it hurt so much?” @grace-for-sale

“Oh, did you expect me to play fair?" Cupid laughed. "I am the god of love. I am never fair.” @mysupernaturalfics Dean X Reader

“With great power... comes need to take a nap. Wake me up later” @winchesterprincessbride Sam X Reader

“I try very hard to be annoying. Don’t insult my ability to annoy.” @captainradicalpassion Dean x Reader

“I won't go looking for trouble. I usually don't have too.” @deanssweatheart23  Dean X Reader

“I tried to think of something to say. Excuse me? Hello? Marry me? Anything would have done.” @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Jensen X Reader

“Clearly, the conversation is giving your two brain cells a serious workout.” @winchester-smut dean X reader

“I've seen a lot of brave things. But what you just did? That was maybe the bravest.” @supernatural-jackles Dean/ Jensen X Reader

Sentence prompts (If you wanna use these as dialogue prompt, go ahead! But you can’t tweak them except the pronouns):

41. It's hard to enjoy practical jokes when your whole life feels like one. @imweirdandobsessed Sam X Reader

42. Far, far below, red liquid bubbled. Blood? Lava? Evil ketchup? None of the possibilities were good. @sdavid09  Gabriel x Reader

43. When she kissed me, I had the feeling my brain was melting right through my body. @samwinjarpad Sam X Reader

44. She'd secretly had a crush on him since they were twelve years old. Last summer, she'd fallen for him hard. @secretlyfurrydragon Jensen X Reader AU

45. She grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, which effectively shut him up. @darcy-winters Dean X Reader

46. I gave the dwarves an arrogant look, like, Yeah, that’s right. I’ve got a talking disco sword and you don’t. @sdavid09 

47. The plan had three phases: dangerous, really dangerous and insanely dangerous.   @thebitterbookeater Peter Parker X Reader

48. Her hair is smoldering. Her face was smudged with soot. She had a cut on her arms, her dress was torn, and she was missing a boot. Beautiful.  @docharleythegeekqueen  Dean X Reader

49. Humor was a good way to hide the pain. @kas-not-cas Dean X Reader 

50. Myths are simply stories about truths we've forgotten. @justme-noonebutme

51. It was a crazy idea. But, as usual, that’s all he had. @acreativelydifferentlove  Dean X Reader

52. “It's okay,” he said. “We're together.” He didn't say you're okay, or we're alive. After all they'd been through over the last year, he knew that the most important thing was that they were together. She loved him for saying that.” @sams-bubblegum-bitch

53. She looked at me, like she was drinking in the fact that I was still here. And I realized I was doing the same thing. The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive. @ravengirl94 Dean X Reader

54. No one can hate you with more intensity than someone who used to love you. @mrspadalackles  Dean X Reader

55. He didn't think much of fates and prophecies, but he did believe in one thing: ------- and he were supposed to be together. @jotink78 Dean X Reader

*This is mostly for the SPN-verse. But should a prompt really speak to you, for Marvel or HP, feel free to IM me with your idea and fandom. If I read those, maybe we can work it out* 

Tagging folks off the top of my head who might be interested in participating and/ or signal boosting:

@sdavid09 @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @grace-for-sale @kas-not-cas @blacktithe7 @mysupernaturalfics @feelmyroarrrr @melonberri @torn-and-frayed @bringmesomepie56 @chaos-and-the-calm67 @like-a-bag-of-potatoes @supernatural-jackles @mrswhozeewhatsis @mamapeterson @atc74 @jayankles @chelsea072498 @jelly-beans-and-gstrings @kittenofdoomage @winchesterprincessbride @iwantthedean @impalaimagining @impala-dreamer @luci-in-trenchcoats @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @deanssweetheart23 @ravengirl94 @jotink78 @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog

[thehalfworld]

Fanfic MST: Forbiden Fruit: The Tempation of Edward Cullen, a Twilight fanfic [part 7]

The penultimate chapter!

Warnings this time include sex, violence, and a few references to what went down in the previous installments. 

Recap: Tiaa learned that her father is a vampire, and that she would become one herself if she had sex with Edward. Guess what she did. (Also, she killed Uncle Larry and drank his blood.)

Chapter 1

Previous chapter

thanx for the revews!

You’re so welcome!

Chapter 7 - Surprises!

I woke up sheepishly and wandered where I was for a minute.

Vampires don’t sleep, and no one wakes up “sheepishly.”

I got out of bed, wandering if all the things that had hapened to me last night were just a dream. I went downstairs for breakfast and sat down with Dave and Marie.

Vampires don’t eat breakfast, either. Unless she plans on eating Dave and Marie. I wouldn’t object.

THey look at me and smiles adoringly.

You do have a beta reader, right?

"wow tiaa i love your new hair and contat lenses, your look so beautiful!" said marie with her face all bright and happiness.

Marie freaks me the hell out. Why is she so perky?

I got up and look in a mirror. Holly shite! I looked totally diffrent! For the first time I could see my face was truely beautiful, it was even prettier than before.

If you can possibly imagine that, because Tiaa’s descriptions of herself in previous chapters weren’t exactly modest.

My eyes were a weird silver color like wet pools of noble moonlight in distant medows,and my ivory gold hair seemed to shimmer like the suns burned rays in the morning, with the purple streaks shining like neon lilac.

So in the Twilight universe, vampire eye color depends on how recently they last fed and what they last fed on. A vampire with human blood in their system will have red eyes; a hungry vampire has black eyes; vampires who eat nonhuman animals (like Edward and his family) have gold eyes after feeding. Tiaa ate Uncle Larry last night, and she’s newly turned, so she definitely has human blood in her body. Her eyes should be red.

I guess her hair’s the same except for the dye job, though, because she used to have multiple colors streaked into her hair and now she just has purple. Not sure how being a vampire would affect that, honestly.

I was radiant and magical and looked awesome.

I love this sentence.

My skin was even more pale than before and my features more delicate and queen-like, my nose was small and dashing and my cheeks were high and pale and my chin was soft but majestic. I was amazed.

I’m just hoping that she still smells like mint and cinnamon.

Suddenly the phone rang and nuked me out of my silent staring.

Must be one of those newfangled atomic phones.

Dave answered it.

"what? oh my god! Your kidding! This is inconsideratable!" and he hung up

Nice vocabulary, Dave. Nice job hanging up on the caller, too.

"whats happened honey?" Marie asked smiling

Why is she always smiling? Is her face stuck like that?

"uncle larry is died, it looks like he was ripped apart by a wild beast! I feel so sad!

Yeah, you seem real…

(wait for it…)

…torn up about it.

he was my brother"

Not sure why he needed to remind everyone. Can’t imagine Uncle Larry was a pleasant brother, though, since his entire character consisted of being ugly and evil.

I suddenly remembered what I had done, and i screamed and ran to school.

That’s not suspicious or anything! Actually, wait, it’s Dave and Marie; they won’t suspect a thing.

Also, I pictured her doing this like Gir from Invader Zim.

I felt so awful and giulty for what I had done! I new uncle larry was a perv and a rasist and even thou he had raped me and tied me up and spanked me and made my life hell I still shoudnt have killed him!

No, you totally should have killed him.

I was going to explode with guilt. i ran through the forest towards the school but suddenly a large thing appeared in front of me.

Wow! Love the description!

it was a bear - a big panda bear!

…this is happening in a small town in Washington State, correct?

it was huge and fluffy and realy cute, but I was scared as this was a totally weird thing to happen.

She’s not wrong.

But, then again, in the context of this story I guess it’s not too implausible.

"greetings atlantaina!" it said - i was totally freaked out - since when did panda bears live in Forks? And since when did they SPEAK? I was totally confused

You and me both, girl.

"WTF?" i screamed!

"I'm a panda bear, my name is Snooflanti-tatuna but you can call me Snoofles.”

Well, thank god, because I have no idea how to pronounce that first thing you said.

"A talking PANDA BEAR?" i shouted furiously

Why is she angry?

"I cannot talk like humans can, but your not human anymore so you can understand me. You can talk to animals. You probably have other powers too you just don't know it yet"

Oh, I get it. So I think I mentioned this earlier, but in the Twilight universe some vampires gain a special ability after being turned — typically an amplification of some ability they possessed as a human. That’s how come Edward can read minds, his sister Alice has visions of the future, his brother Jasper can influence the moods of others, and so on. Tiaa’s ability to communicate with animals comes out of nowhere only in the sense that it wasn’t foreshadowed; the power fits with canon otherwise.

I’m pretty sure one vampire having multiple extra abilities is unheard of, though. There goes Tiaa breaking the rules again. (Though at this point… after all she’s been through… I guess she deserves something good for a change, no?)

"like watt?" i said

"I dunno, touch that tree" said Snoofles, smiling at me.

Hey, hold up. How does the panda know all this shit? Like… how does he know who Tiaa is? How does he know about how vampires work? Even allowing that Tiaa can communicate with animals now, how come this one is demonstrating human-like sapience?

You know what, none of this will ever get explained and I’m done thinking about it. Let’s move on.

I touched the tree and consentrated hard and even though it was winter the tree suddenly started to bloom huge bunches of flowers. The flowers cascadad down like a river onto the bare forest floor. i took my hand away in horror. The flowers were so beautiful they made me think of edward. then i remembered how he had left me after we had made love, and i became angry. I touched another tree and it burst into flames. It was as if the trees turned into things that somehow reflected how I was feeling!

This power actually makes sense for volatile, moody Tiaa, but it’s not gonna be very useful until she learns to control it. Which might never happen because this girl is an emotional loose cannon. Also we’re on the second-to-last chapter.

"OMG, how is this possible?" i said

"Don't ask me I'm just a panda, lol" said Snoofles with a big grin and he raised his eyebows,"but I'm so happy to find a person who can understand my speaking! i al; ways wanted a human friend! will you be my human friend?"

Nice going, author. I like how you had Snoofles know things he shouldn’t and then had him not know how he knows those things he shouldn’t. Great writing! Allows you to avoid explaining anything at all!

"well yah ok" i said, "but i have to go to school now so I'll see you later Snoofles ok?"

"that's cool" said Snoofles "i'll see you later"

I ran away and was totaly weirded out by my meeting with Snoofles.

I, too, was totally weirded out by your meeting with Snoofles.

I was almost in a trance at school and even though people starred at me and made coments about my new apperance I had never cared less.

Maybe because they did this every day anyway?

in gym class I ran around dressed in my gym clothes.

That is what one typically does in gym class, yes.

i was playing dodgball and the cleerleaders kept throwing there balls at me realy hard like biaches but i was dodging them at the speed of light.

Being subtle, I see! Good going convincing everyone you’re still human!

Lauren came over to me and tries to hit me over the face with her balls and I slapped her in the face.

Did Lauren just try and teabag Tiaa?

"WTF you freaky goth tudor bitch!" she shouted with her ugly face flapping like a big bag

I swear this fic has the best similes I have ever seen.

"leave me alone yeah?" i said looking more beautiful than ever

And this is relevant why?

"no - ill never leave u alone becase your so werid! what has hapened to your face its like your from another planet, your so pale and delicate its freaking everyone out and we all hate you!"

Well put, Lauren.

I was so mad i pushed her but when my hands touched her arms her skin started to blister and froth in a totally gross way and she got struck by a bolt of lightning. She wasnt dead or anything but she looked totally disgusting and she got taken to the hospital.

Nasty! Can’t say I feel bad for Lauren, though.

I didnt look for my friends and after gym class I sat in the changing rooms after everyone has left and cried becase I felt so sorry for watt I had done to uncle larry and to lauren.

Oh, come on. Lauren is just a bully, admittedly, but Uncle Larry was a rapist — a particularly violent one committing repeated rape against a teenager, no less. Killing him was just taking out the trash. And Lauren should be okay-ish after a few skin grafts.

I was sat there wearing a very short leather mini-dress and red ripped tights and a skull necklace and a gothic top hat with feathers on it.

She headed to an Emilie Autumn concert after school or what?

Suddenly I heard a voices from behind me

A voices. One voice, but it’s plural. Got it.

(I wanna make a System Shock joke here but I can’t think of a good one.)

"Tiaa? Tiaa? It is I Edward Cullen!" said edward.

No one on this planet talks like that. I don’t care what time period you’re from.

i turned to kook at him and he gasped in a high piched way and fell over onto the floor. I was mad at him and totaly upset about other stuff so i didnt check to see if he was ok. He got up in a minute.

…alright, I’m not sure how to react to that.

"I fainted Tiaa, thou is so sexy and exqisite i lost my contentioness.

I’m pretty sure vampires can’t faint. Did he pretend to faint? Because, if so, that’s really funny.

Thy face is even more sacred and filled with shinning glory than before, I am amazed" but then he noticed I was crying tears of soft blood and he said "what is wrong with thee?" said Edward

“Im trunign into a My Immortal characted!11!11!!1” I yielded depressingly as blod streemed down my iviory fetnures. “Ewdard fangz 4 all da help but not even u can salve me now. I”m gong to go slit my rists with a steak so i can end my live of mizery!112!!!!11111”

“OMS no Tiaa dont go!” Edwerd shooted sadly but it waz 2 latte. I cut miself with da knife and da word went blak.

"I killed someone Ewadrd! I killed my uncle and drank his blood and I think I made lauren get stuck by lightning"

Okay, but like… Edward knows your “uncle” had been raping and beating you repeatedly. The Lauren thing might be considered bad, since her main crime was just being an asshole, but Tiaa didn’t mean to hurt her like that, so it’s not really her fault.

"its ok Tiaa he was evil and noone cares about lauren" Edward says to comfort me and he put his arms round me

Dude has a point.

"still watt i did was awfull and anyways GET OFF ME!" i stood up and shock him off me "dont come near me ever again! I havent forgiven you for whatt happened last night! We did sex and you left me there in the forest!"

"I'm sorry! I cannot stay away from thee and yet I cannot be with thee either" he cried and threw his hands up and weeped

Hey, wanna play a drinking game? Take a shot every time Edward starts crying. Finish your drink every time Edward goes immediately from putting the moves on Tiaa to saying he can’t be with her or vice versa. I guarantee you will get very, very drunk.

"make your mind up Ewdard! this is a serious thing! Ether stay here with me now and screw me and be with me forrever or leave and go be with Bella! Make youre choice right now!"

That’s a reasonable ultimatum except for the part where she propositioned him for sex while they’re in a public area of their high school.

"I choose thee Atlantnina! Bella is a big mean cow and I cant be with her anymore!

Get wrecked, Bella.

I will never leave thou side again my lovley damsell!"

See? Was that so hard?

He started to cry and I kissed him. He was so amazing. His yellow eyes and tussled aubon hair and pale skin made me want to screw him all the time, I'd never seen anybody look so perfect.

Get a grip, kids, you’re at school.

I took off my dress so I was only wearing my underwear and i sat on his knee and we kissed a lot.

What part of “get a grip” was so hard for you to understand?

He touched me all over and I felt dizzy and week.

This is shaping up to be a very vague sex scene, huh?

"Do you mean it edward? You'll be mine forrever?"

"I does, i shall be thy mate" he said beautifully in his smooth hot velvet voice

I didn’t get any girls in high school, but I guess it was probably because I didn’t speak in butchered old-timey English, huh? Nothing gets teenage girls going like a little bizarre grammar!

I found some handcuffs on a bench and I tied him to a hook.

I could get analytical about what it means for Tiaa, who was chained to a bed and nearly raped the day before, to develop an interest in restraining her sexual partners… but I’m far more confused by why the hell there are handcuffs laying around in a high school.

he was unable to move and i took his pants down and looked at his throbbing lavender man-fruit thing.

Why is it lavender? Is he okay?

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and I put it in my mouth and sucked it and he thrusted madly untill he had an orgasm in my mouth.

I’m far from being a seasoned erotica writer, but if you go from the beginning of the sex act to the climax in a single sentence it really makes it sound like your character came about 10 seconds in. Which, even for a 17-year-old boy, is pretty embarrassing.

The hot juice flowered in my mouth and it was magical.

I really don’t think it was, actually.

Sodenly a voice came from behind me

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING YOU EVIL RODENT PEOPLE?

It was……………………………. DUMBLEDORE!!11!!!

I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU BOTH AND NOW I AM GOING TO KILL MYSELF!"

It was Bella Swan!

Okay, that had to have been a homage to “My Immortal.” And god bless!

Next chapter

[aetaeswolf]

Angel♥Tale Chapter 1

Angel silently walks through the streets, hands stuffed into the pockets of her black jacket, hood up to hide her face. She had already dropped Frisk off at school and was on her way to her job at a nearby flower shop. She had been working at that particular shop since she graduated highschool, using the funds to keep her and Frisk properly fed and get them items they might need.

The albino stops before the glass door of the flower shop, staring up at the sign that hung above her. “The Crystal Rose” is what it read. She wasn’t really sure where the name came from, but it held a unique ring to it.

Angel pushes open the door and steps inside, the bell at the top of the doorframe ringing to announce her entrance. The fragrance of flowers hit her as soon as she stepped into the bright little shop, filling her with a sense of security.

The flowers were arranged neatly, by colour and species. Honestly, the owners who ran the shop did a wonderful job in keeping it looking beautiful. And speaking of the owners, one of them was working at the counter, a woman who was arranging a bouquet of pink and white roses. An order for a wedding, if Angel had to guess.

The woman had long lavender-coloured hair and pinkish eyes. She wore a sleeveless light blue dress with an orange ribbon tied around her waist, green stripes on the dress above and below the ribbon, as well as going through the straps of her dress.

The woman looks up from the bouquet she had been working on, giving the albino a smile and a wave. “Good morning, Angel!”

Angel looks to the woman, moving her hands as she signs a greeting. ‘Hello, Lily.’

Lily watches as Angel sheds her coat, hanging it up on a nearby coatrack. The lavender-haired female sighs at the bandages the albino had, shaking her head. Angel had the bandages she usually wore on her right arm, but she had gauze on her face, no doubt hiding the most recent wound she had received from her parents.

Angel walked over to the counter, jumping over to it the other side. She rolls her shoulders back, rubbing her tattoos as they begin to ache.

“Your tattoos causing you pain again?” Lily asks, noticing Angel’s discomfort, the albino nodding in response. “Where did you get those, again?” The lavender-haired female inquires. “Or is that a mystery like your dog tags?”

Angel lifts up her hand, grasping hold of the dog tags that hung from her neck. She honestly didn’t know where either came from; she’s had them for as long as she can remember. The tattoos were the reason she was even named Angel.

The tags? Still a complete mystery.

The only thing they had written on them was “WDG – 3A.” She still didn’t know what that was supposed to mean.

The albino gives a so-so motion with her hand, walking into the back to help Lily’s husband with the new delivery of flowers.

The man in question had long black hair that was tied back into a ponytail, and brilliant sapphire eyes. He wore a black t-shirt and black pants, a dark grey, almost black scarf wrapped around his neck. He had a few piercings in his right ear, and a piercing on his bottom lip. A black bracelet was wrapped around his left wrist, green stripes going along it.

At first glance, he really didn’t seem like the type to own a flower shop. And he didn’t seem like the type to marry someone like Lily. Still, here he was, happily married and running a flower shop that was in fact, his idea. Both he and Lily had been the kindest people Angel’s met.

‘Hello, Vincent.’ Angel signs a greeting to him.

Vincent looks over to her, giving a smile. “Hey, Angel! Come on, we just got a delivery of those yellow flowers you love so much!”

The albino’s eyes light up, the female quickly running over to help. She picks up a pot of the golden flowers, gently taking hold of one of the flower’s petals, running her thumb along the petal. She didn’t know why, but she’s always liked these flowers. They had always been her favourite.

Angel moves to bring the flowers out to the front, only to stop when Vincent grabs her arm, making her shoot him a confused look.

“What is that?” The ravenette asks, pointing to the gauze on the albino’s face.

Angel sighs, setting the pot down so she could sign to him. ‘It’s nothing, just a scratch.’

“It’s NOT nothing.” Vincent counters. “They gave that to you, didn’t they?”

Angel doesn’t respond, turning to leave only for Vincent’s grip on her arm to tighten, pulling her back so she’s facing him again. “You and Frisk can’t stay there any longer.” He says.

‘And where would we go?’ Angel counters with a glare as Lily quietly enters the room.

“You’d go with me and Lily.” Vincent responds without missing a beat. “Come live with us. We could take care of you and Frisk until you can get yourself on your feet.”

Angel’s eyes widen, the albino frantically signing. ‘But what if they come after us? What if they hurt you? What if-’

Vincent grabs hold of her wrists, stopping her from signing further. “We’ll keep you both safe. They won’t touch us or you. And if they do, then we’ll repay them tenfold.”

Angel blinks, just staring at him for a few moments. “... There are customers in the front.”

Vincent blinks, letting go of her to check the security camera. Sure enough, there were a couple of people in the shop looking to buy some flowers. “How do you do that??” He quickly runs out to help the customers.

Lily walks over to Angel, resting her hand on the albino’s shoulder. “Vincent is right. Neither you nor Frisk should be living with this. Frisk is still so young; she doesn’t understand why this is happening.” She walks past Angel, stopping at the door. “Just... think about the offer. For our sakes.”

Angel watches the lavender-haired woman as she walks back to the front of the store. She brings up her arm, looking to the bracelet that was wrapped around it. The bracelet had four charms, a white heart for Angel, a red heart for Frisk, a pink lily for, well, Lily, and a purple carnation for Vincent.

Angel brushes her fingers against the charms, the female thinking carefully over the words her friends had said.

Angel rocks back and forth on her feet, hood up as her hands are tucked into her jacket pockets. She stood just outside Frisk’s school, waiting for it to end so she could take her sister home.

The school bell rings, the albino adjusting her pale purple glasses as she turns her attention to the doors as the kids start to spill out of the building. Soon enough, she spotted Frisk in the crowd as the eight year old walked out of the building, stopping in front of the albino.

Angel gives a warm smile to her sister. ‘Hey, Frisk. How was school?’

Frisk blinks her honey-coloured eyes before looking away, grabbing hold of her arm. The answer was quite obvious, as the eight year old didn’t have many friends in school. She was always quiet and shied away from the other kids.

Of course, having the “red-eyed monster” for a sister didn’t exactly help. The albino was quite aware of the rumors the other kids spread about her. Silver-white hair, pale skin and red eyes wasn’t exactly normal for other people to have, as albinism was rare. Of course, mostly talking through sign language and her odd gift of sensing others did add to the rumors.

Angel sighs, looking away from her sister. An idea soon crosses her mind, the albino giving a grin. “♪With a bold and sudden calling, Western Revolution’s starting.♪” She starts to sing, Frisk looking to her with confusion. “♪Let our hearts be open to it, pacifist nation.♪” Angel jumps onto the stone wall of a garden, walking along it gracefully. “♪Riding on a penny-farthing, it’s the flag of our sun rising, warding evil spirits like an ICBM.♪”

Angel sits down on the wall. “♪On the train tracks, running along the line, let us move forward.♪” She shakes her head. “♪Don’t look behind.♪” She jumps onto the ground beside her sister. “♪Boys and girls becoming like samurai, just like those from our previous life!♪”

The albino scoops Frisk into her arms, making the eight year old gasp. She places Frisk on her back before running off down the street, the honey-eyed child soon laughing. “♪Thousands of cherry blossoms dwindling in the light, though I can’t hear your voice, keep what I say in mind – this bouquet that surrounds is iron poison, see, looking down at us from that big guillotine.♪”

Angel soon slows down to a walk, Frisk still giggling. “♪Darkness has just engulfed the universe we know.♪” She lets Frisk down, taking her sister’s hand. “♪The lament that you sing can’t reach ears anymore.♪” She looks up to the sky. “♪We are still far away from reaching clear blue skies.♪” She grins, darting down the sidewalk with her sister. “♪Go ahead, keep shooting, with the ray gun, fight!♪”

Angel leads her sister into a park, sitting down on a fountain’s ledge as Frisk sits beside her. “♪Veterans who’ve trained through struggles are now officers in battle. Here and there, we see the harlots in procession!♪” The albino slides off the fountain. “♪This one, that one, doesn’t matter, every single person gathers.♪” She holds out her hand to her sister. “♪March on to our saintly deaths now! 1, 2, 3, 4!♪”

Frisk grabs her sister’s hand, the ruby-eyed female grinning as she walks the child along the fountain’s ledge. “♪Passing through the gates on the mountain peaks.♪” The albino picks her sister up, setting her on the ground. “♪Escaping this world, kill all the evil fiends.♪” She spins herself away from Frisk before giving a bow. “♪Surely this will end in a denouement, among the crowds giving their applause.♪”

Angel walks back to Frisk, taking hold of her hand as she leads the eight year old out of the park. “♪Thousands of cherry blossoms dwindling in the light, though I can’t hear your voice, keep what I say in mind – this bouquet that surrounds is iron poison, see, looking down at us from that big guillotine.♪”

Angel slides her free hand into her jacket pocket. “♪Darkness has just engulfed the universe we know. The lament that you sing can’t reach ears anymore.♪” She releases a breath. “♪We are still far away from reaching peaks of hope.♪” She shoots a grin to Frisk. “♪Go ahead, keep shooting, use that flashing bolt!♪”

The albino blinks as the wind suddenly throws her hood off her head, stopping as Frisk stops beside her. “♪On the train tracks, running along the line, let us move forward. Don’t look behind.♪” She looks up to the setting sun. “♪Boys and girls becoming like samurai, just like those from our previous life!♪”

Angel closes her eyes, feeling the wind push past her. “♪Thousands of cherry blossoms dwindling in the light, though I can’t hear your voice, keep what I say in mind – that bouquet that surrounds is iron poison, see, leaping down to us from that big guillotine! ♪”

Angel grabs Frisk, picking her up into her arms as she runs with the child. “♪Thousands of cherry blossoms dwindling in the light, once your song can be heard, we’ll dance with all our might!♪” She slows down, spinning with Frisk, making the child laugh. “♪This bouquet that surrounds is iron poison, see.♪” Angel gives her sister an eskimo kiss, laughter bubbling up from her chest. “♪Go ahead; keep shooting, with that ray gun, lead!♪”

The laughter cuts off when the two came to a stop before the front door to their house, the two sisters becoming quite tense. Angel sets Frisk down on the ground and grabs the doorknob, glancing down to her sister. “... Frisk, as soon as I open this door, get into my room as fast as you can.”

Angel opens the door as silently as she could, Frisk quickly scurrying inside as the albino follows after. Angel quietly shuts the door behind her, her sister disappearing up the stairs, out of her sight. She goes to follow, only for a hand to grab her wrist and throw her to the floor, the albino slamming into it.

Angel pushes herself up, only for a foot to slam into her back, forcing back down as she lets out a cry. She looks up, only to discover the foot belonged to her father.

“Oh look, the bitch is back.” Her mother slurs as she walks into the room, quite obviously drunk out of her mind.

“You’re late, brat.” Her father spat.

“I-I’m sorry, I d-didn’t-” Angel lets out a yelp when he grabs her roughly by her hair, dragging her up so she was eye-to-eye with him.

“You know what happens when you’re late.”

Frisk was curled up in a ball on Angel’s bed; her hands covering her ears to block out the screaming and the crashing that were coming from the floor below. Quick footsteps suddenly get closer as someone runs up the stairs, Angel soon throwing open her bedroom door and slamming it shut, pressing her body against it.

The albino gasps when her parents start banging their fists against the door, shouting all the while. Frisk jumps off the bed, running over to the bookshelf beside the door as she begins to push on it, using all of her strength to move it. Angel quickly took notice of what she was doing, quickly running around to help her sister.

Together, they block the door with the bookshelf, Angel wrapping her arms protectively around Frisk as she backs away from the door with her. Angel sits on the floor, her back against the opposite wall, pulling Frisk down to her as they hold onto each other, waiting for the banging and screaming to stop.

After about five minutes, it stopped, everything going silent. Yet to the sisters, that felt like an eternity. They sit in the silence for a moment or two, waiting to see if anything would break it. Once they’ve confirmed the silence was to stay, they both let out a silent sigh of relief.

Frisk crawls away from Angel to the bed, reaching under it and pulling out a first aid kit. She drags the kit over to the albino, who opens it up and starts to patch herself up.

Bandages to cover the new wound on her wrist, some disinfectant for the gash on her head and gauze to cover it. A few new bruises, but there’s nothing much she could do about that, though the deeper bruise on her side was going to cause her quite a bit of pain until it heals.

Once she was sure she had bandaged herself properly, Angel kicks the first aid kit back under her bed. She opens the drawer in her nightstand, pulling out her phone. She unlocks the device, bringing up the messenger as she starts to text someone.

Frisk blinks, watching her sister with confusion. ‘What are you doing?’ She asks, signing the words to her sister.

Angel sends the text before dropping the phone into her lap, signing back a response to Frisk.

‘Texting Lily and Vincent. They’re going to help us leave this place. Forever.’

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[nightwingswing]

Heartbreaker

Thanks @talesfromthecreed for requesting this one and I hope you enjoy and like it  and I hope it helps you feel a bit better. :)

Request. Say, maybe, reader meets a cute boy during their time-traveling adventures, said boy breaks her heart, and the legends make him regret it? 

Serie: Part1  Part2  Part3 HC Part4

When the team ended stuck in the 70s you pleaded Rip and Len to let you go investigate.  After pleading and pleading they allowed you to go to a small party in a bar. You hugged them hard, making the other members of the Waverider jealous. Your moment was ruined as Jax and Ray who asked Rip to show them what needed some fixing, you smiled at them and gave each one kiss on the cheek before running away towards Sara’s room.

The guys looked at you fondly.

You were their little angel.

////*\\\\

“Can you help me?” You asked Kendra and Sara, the tree of you were in Sara’s room with a lot of clothes that you dragged from you room, in the ground.

“You want us to cover you so Rip, Snart or Rory don’t see you when you are going?” Sara asked.

“Yep”

“Why?” Kendra asked.” They gave you permission to go”

“They did, but I know Len and Mick, and they get… a bit overprotective. It was bad when Lisa was with us but now that she is in Central city they only got me, and after Savage kidnapped me it got worse. And they don’t like when I go partying with dresses or skirts”

“But for what you are wearing? C’mon I don’t think-“

*In other room, Mick found your black skirt you were going to wear to that party*

“(Y/N) (L/N) WHAT IS THIS PIECE OF CLOTHE YOU CALL SKIRT?”

“…”

“You were saying?”

“We’ll help you”

“Thanks!” You smiled.

///*\\\

The night came and with the help of the girls you escaped your overprotective family.

Like a pro.

You wore a (f/c) dress, black boots and a black leather jacket. Your hair pulled in a high pigtail and a set of earrings Len bought you.

Like, actually bought you.

You entered the bar, the old music and the dance moves made you laugh. You went towards the bar to ask for a (f/d) when a tall guy with gelled (h/c) and (e/c) eyes. A leather jacket hugged his frame and a smug grin slipped on his face.

“Hey, doll.” He smirked and you blushed, his 70s charm making you weak in the knees.

“Hello.” You said shyly.

“What’s your name, doll?”

“I’m (y/n), you?”

“(e/n)” He said as his hand bought your hand to his face, kissing it.

You blushed and the guys smirk widened.

“What are you having?” The gruff voice of one of the bartenders asked him.

“Whatever she is having” The bartender looked at you before sighing and shaking his head, and then he went to get your drinks. The bartender’s behavior seemed off but you ignored it. Your attention drawn toward this really attractive guy who wanted to meet you.

It’s been months since you found a guy who wasn’t an asshole and was cute and interested.

“So, where are you from? I’ve never seen you ‘round here.”

“oh, em, I-I’m traveling!, yeah! Traveling with my family! When won’t be here for long.” You smiled highfiving yourself for your lie.

“Then, I gotta show you lots of things” He smirked as he grabbed your hand and pulled you off. Dragging you to the door and towards his motorcycle.

“Wait! I don’t have a helmet!.”

“Put mine”

“But you-“

“I’ll be fine, baby” He smirked and the bike roared in its awakening.

You sat behind him, your arms hugging his waist so you don’t fall.

“Ready baby?” He said looking at you. You pulled the glass of the helmet down, smirking at him and winking.

“Ready” He speed the bike and you laughed as the two of you speed toward the night.

He showed you the most iconic places, you laughed and you felt your heart speeding like his bike.

///*\\\

The two of you got off of the bike in the highest point of the city where you could see all the lights. The quietness and the trees bought the two of you a feeling of intimacy. He sat in the ground and you sat next to him, the two of you contemplating the lights. His hand made its way towards yours.

When they touched, the two of you looked at each other, bewitched by the eyes of the other.

(e/c) meet (h/e/c).

Plump pink lips meet chapped ones as you sank in the warm heat that was the other’s arms.

///*\\\

You would be stuck here for a few days, and each one of them you slipped out of the Waverider without anyone noticing and hanging out with (e/n).

The team saw that you were happier lately but didn’t say anything in hopes of you staying like that.

When I say “they” didn’t say anything I mean that the girls dragged Mick and Len away from you, that way they couldn’t act like the overprotective assholes they are.

What you didn’t know was that Ray, worried about you, shrank and hided himself in your purse.

///*\\\

You walked toward (e/n), who was talking with a girl, clearly flirting with her. Your heart stopped.

(E/n) saw you and came up to you, grabbed your hand and smiled falsely sad.

“Sorry (y/n), but I found someone better, prettier and that doesn’t look like a freak. So I’m breaking up with you, you know, (b/n) and I have been together before I meet you. It was a bet between us. And how you are going away I’ll never see your hideous face again. So is a win-win. At least for me.”

“Good riddance, ugly!” Yelled (b/n)

He went toward the other girl who was laughing loudly, he laughed too as your heart had been shattered to million pieces.

Your tears clouded and scalding hot tears fell from your eyes, your shoulders trembling from the broken sob you tried to hide.

Their cackle could be heard from miles.

Tears flooded from your eyes as you ran away.

Their laugh as a background.

What no one was aware of was of the shirked Atom who broke one of your earbuds in his rampaging rage. He engraved the face of those two in his mind with fire.

Ray smirked evilly.

They had no f*cking idea of what was coming for them.

////*\\\\

The crew was chilling together. Mick, Len and Sara were playing cards meanwhile Jax was looking at them play. Stein was reading as Kendra and Carter were talking with Rip when you stormed in the room, sobbing miserably. You through your purse to the ground and your hands came to your eyes, covering the big tears falling to the ground.

“(Y/N)-“ Rip said but before he could say anything the most broken sob escaped your lips before you ran to your room.

Kendra and Sara darted from their spots and ran behind you, worried.  Leonard and Mick got up and we’re about to run after you too, but were hold up by Jax, who shook his head, no.  

Suddenly Ray returned to his actual height surprising his teammates, who looked at his flushed angry face, red with rage.

“What happened.” Len said cold as an iceberg. Mick’s shoulders tensed, making him look broader.

“She meets a guy. Guy made her happy. Guy was bich and broke her heart.”

“What did he do.” Carter said, eyes narrowing.

“He said she was just a bet he had with his girlfriend, that she was ugly and a freak. That he was breaking up with her. And they mocked her in front of everybody.”

CLASH

Mick had broken the chair he was sitting on, his knuckles red from the hit in the hard surface.

“I know of someone who got a free pass to the icicle’s collection.” Len mean smirk was so terrifying cold.

“Revenge?” Jax asked.

“Oh yeah” Mick smirked pulling his Heatwave glasses on. “Kid just lost his prick.”

“I know who they are” Ray walked towards Len. “Let’s get them”

“Stop.”  Said Kendra, Sara behind her.

“You weren’t thinking of going to avenge (y/n)” Sara said looking at the members of the crew disappointed before an evil smirk appeared on her face.

“Not without us” Sara and Kendra’s aura was frecking terrifying. The guy’s smirked minus Rip, whose eyes reflexed his anger.

“Let’s go” Len ordered.

“I’ll follow you, soon. I have to cheek on (y/n).”

///*\\\

You were cuddled in your bed, tissues making a halo around your head. Eyes red with fresh tears and a red nose.

Rip entered the room and sat next to you, his hand brushed your hair back. Your teary eyes looked at Rip, breaking his heart. A fresh set of tears fell from your eyes as you asked Rip:

“I-It’s –hic- som-something wrong wi-hic-th mee??” You broke down again as Rip shushed you. Kissing your head again and again.

“NO, darling, no. You’re perfect, I love you, We love you.” Rip’s hands wiped your tears away.

He stayed with you until you fell asleep. Kissing your head and reassuring your self-esteem.

“He doesn’t deserve you,(y/n). If he tries to change you, if he betrays you, if he abuses you have to stand up. Said enough, leave him. You deserve so much better, there will be someone who will love you with all their hearts, who will see your flaws as virtues. Who will understand you, who will see you as the light that completes them, as you will feel the same.

So don’t worry, my darling (y/n).

You won’t ever be alone, you will always have us.

We love you, (y/n)

I love you (y/n).”

Your tears stopped as you fell asleep, a peaceful smile on your face.

You feel loved again.

Even though they never stop loving you.

///*\\\

Rip arrived before the fun began. Sara had knocked up the two cheaters as Kendra tied them up. Len, parka, glasses and gun sat before them a threatening smile on his face, Mick behind him was lowly growling and the rest of the team glared at them.

The two tied up teens groggily searched for something familiar when their eyes meet Captain Cold’s gun, proceeding to screech and try and broke the ties. Sara came toward the two ear-piercing yelling teens and hit them, softly (but still hard as hell).

“W-who a-are you?” The girl asked.

“Your worst nightmare.” Snart’s smile was al teeth. Dangerous.

“A-aaaahhhhhhhh” The girl shouted until Jax knocked her out. The team looked at him surprised.

“What?” He asked.

“Well done, kid.” Len smirked.

“I’m proud” Mick smirked.

Jax smiled at the team who were giving him a thumps up.

“Let’s put our plan in motion. Nothing fatal.”

“Aye Aye cap’tain”

Kendra and Carter flied with them and hanged them from a lamp post, their clothes changed to the most horrible of clothing, Jax had given them a makeup, and Mick had glued a sign that said:

On the girl, who was given a Joker makeup:

“I’M A JOKER. I LIKE TO MOCK OTHER TO FEEL SUPERIOR.”

On the asshole that broke your heart, who had his lips painted red and make up as if an unicorn had vomited a rainbow on his face.

“I’M A HEARTBREAKER AND A CHEATER.”

Len freeze their bounds so they only could be put down in the morning sun, so as many people as possible see them.

Sara took as many photos as possible, which anonymously ended in their high school.

Whoops

But what can I say?

Some of them are villains or morally ambiguous.

“Let’s go back. They’re meaningless. This won’t change a thing.” Rip said cold as ice.

“I need to talk to my lil’ sis.” Len said. Mick agreed, weapons safely keep away of  sight. The team returned to the Waverider.

////*\\\\\

When you wake up, Carter and Kendra were asleep on your bedside. As you sit they stirred, they saw that you were  awake and hugged you like an octopus.

“Are you ok? Do you need anything?? I-” Kendra said.

“Ken, I’m okay. Really, It doesn’t hurt as much as before. Because I know I’ll have you and the team. You are my family, and I love you unconditionally.”

Tears clouded their eyes.

“We will love you unconditionally too.” They kissed your eyelids as you hugged them both.

“(Y/N)!” Jax and Stein entered your room and hugged you. Asking how you were feeling. You laughed at their actions.

Sara then entered the room, kissed your head and showed you the photos. Your eyes widened. You felt a bit bad but also good because your team did all of that for you.

Leonard suddenly broke in the room and hugged you, even though he wasn’t fond of showing emotions in front of others, but you had him worried sick.

“The next one that breaks your heart, I will freeze his dick off and then Mick will burn it and then I will cut it.” He whispered. You hugged him hard and kissed his cheek.

“Thanks, big brother.” You smiled

“(y/n), never let a guy like that say those things to you! If any dare I’ll burn him slowly! Grr” Mick’s big frame enveloped you in his warm.

“Thanks.” You smiled.

You looked for Rip but he was nowhere to be seen.

After a few hours everyone leaved.

Well, you had to shoo Len and Mick away.

Their overprotectiveness overwhelmed you.

Really, why never is anyone just whelmed?

A few hour later, you waked up to Rip brushing your hair.

“Hey…” You smiled.

“Hello” Rip smiled back.

“Thanks you for what you said before Rip” You smiled at him

Rip hugged you hard and you surprised hugged back.

“I took care of them.” Rip whispered in your hair.

“I know.” You smiled “I love you, dad Rip”

“I love you too, darling”

Never forget you will always have somebody that will support you, that loves you, be it your family, your friends or people on internet…

You are never alone, my darling lil’ wing.

:)

(Promps still open!)

[eternlmisery]

Different

Read also on ao3

“Did you ever think that we would get to live something like this?” Sara suddenly asked; taking Leonard in surprise. Lost in his own thoughts he turned to face the woman and a small smile appeared on his face.

“No… I didn’t.” He answered sincerely; fingers lacing with hers as Sara decided that her husband’s chest was a much better place to rest than the couch. “Not in a million years.”

She looked up at him; eyes filled with so much love that it made his chest tighten and that ethereal glow she had these past months, and she pressed a chaste kiss on his lips that felt just like it did the first time they had kissed. They were still soft and back then; it was the only soft thing Sara found on Captain Cold. But she soon came to realize that under that façade there was truly a remarkable man; and a man she felt hopelessly in love with.  

“I love you, Len.” She told him and her hand touched the man’s cheek; not even noticing the few new lines that had appeared on his face. She never did anyway; age didn’t matter, just as gender didn’t either, and when it came to her husband… she always found him the most handsome person against any competition.

“And I love you, pretty bird.” Leonard’s hand tangled with Sara’s blonde locks; shorter now but still soft and silky and leaned down for another kiss which grew a little more heated. But just as Leonard’s hand traveled inside Sara’s top, almost-

“Daddy, Mommy what are you doing? We’re gonna be late!” The little blonde complained as she walked inside the room and towards the couple who was trying to look presentable.

“Sorry baby, daddy and I were just very very excited.” Sara tried to explain as she pulled her daughter between her and Leonard. The little girl was giving both of them the side eye; courtesy of Leonard and her bright blue eyes; also courtesy of Leonard, slanted from her mother to her father. “Are you ready to go?”

“I made my bag, I got the sandwich daddy made me-.” She explained and then Sara smacked Leonard’s arm much to the little girl’s shock. “Mommy, why are you hitting daddy?”

“Because daddy didn’t give you the sandwich I made you and thought it would be a better idea to make another one without telling me.” She complained with a fake pout; even though her annoyance at her husband was very much real.

“Hey, hey I wouldn’t want my snowflake to get food poisoning on her first day at school.” Leonard tried to justify himself; which apparently made Sara a lot more upset. “I’m sorry, babe but your toast reminded me a little too much of a burnt shoe to let Dinah eat it.��

The little blonde was watching her parents intently; waiting for them to stop bickering so she could finally go to school. Her mother had fixed her hair in two French braids and Dinah herself chose to wear leggings and a shirt instead of a dress; much to Sara’s joy.

And now these two weren’t planning on stopping their arguing any time soon. She knew that they didn’t mean it; mommy was trying not to smile and daddy was talking with that fake-upset voice, which reminded her of how he talks to Uncle Ray and Uncle Nate.

“Mommy, Daddy if you don’t stop I will call Uncle Laurel and Uncle Mick, and tell them to get me to school.” She suddenly announced; jumping off of the couch and getting her small backpack.

Sara looked at Leonard who smiled and pulled her in for a kiss. The nervousness over Dinah’s first day at school was really affecting them even if they didn’t notice at first. They could even bicker about the doormat or what kind of breakfast Dinah would have just to avoid thinking that their little girl was growing up.

“You will be a very evil little girl if you drag your uncle and aunt back from their honeymoon just to drive you to school, you know that miss?” Sara said and lifted Dinah up in her arms as she went to grab her phone and keys.

“Sorry mommy, I didn’t really mean it.” She said and Sara smirked at her daughter mischievously.

“I know you did baby.” Sara pressed a kiss in Dinah’s nose and the little girl squealed and tried to pull away.

“I’ll take her; you don’t need to carry a lot of weight.” Leonard said and took Dinah off of her mother’s firm hold. The little girl welcomed the change as Leonard’s strong arms held her with ease and she rested her head on his shoulder.

“I’m four months pregnant Len, not incapacitated.” Sara said and gestured to the swell of her stomach that was accentuated by the fitting form of her top. “Plus your daughter here has the weight of a feather.” She tickled Dinah’s sides and the girl wrinkled her nose.

“Let’s go!” Dinah cried out and Leonard laughed.

“Okay, okay.” He agreed and steadied his grip in the little girl. “It seems like the bossiness is the genes.”

“Don’t think that I didn’t hear this.” Sara called out from the driveway and Leonard just winked at Dinah.

 They watched as the petite blonde walked inside the big building; the other kids looking like giants next to her. Dinah had gotten her mother’s frame, much to Sara’s disappointment. Perhaps her height and frame made Sara and Leonard think a lot more that she was still a baby. And now… seeing their baby with her school backpack; talking with little Lyla Queen who was hanging by her every word… it was a reality check.

“I feel like it was yesterday that I was holding her in my arms for the first time.” Sara whispered and Leonard; who had pulled his wife close the moment Dinah ran off, pressed a kiss on the crown of Sara’s head.

“Time goes by fast.” He agreed and smiled when he saw that Sara was rubbing her bump. “Now for round two.”

“Yeah, but this one is going to grow up too.” She said with a pout and Leonard actually chuckled.

“Am I sensing a pattern here?” He lifted his eyebrow dramatically and looked at the blonde. “Are you planning on having a new kid every time one goes to school?” Sara thought for a moment before answering.

“Mhmm… Tempting… Our kids will look really cute, but… I really don’t want to buy a mini-van.” She said and both she and Leonard erupted in laughter.

“What’s so funny anyway?” A male voice questioned and Sara smirked immediately.

“Hey Ollie.” She said and pulled the broad-shouldered man in for a quick hug. “And hi Felicity and Robbie.” The toddler that was practically glued to Felicity smiled at Sara and she lifted him up.

“Sara-.” Leonard tried to protest, but as his wife glared at him he realized that he was gonna lost the argument.

“What is happening; are we interrupting something? Are we, I mean we can go!” Felicity started to say; mixing up her words and stopping as soon as Oliver placed his hand protectively on her shoulder.

“Leonard here thinks that because I’m pregnant I can’t lift a toddler.” She said; lifting her eyebrow pointedly at her husband. “He forgot that I am a League trained-.”

“Honey, the kid…” Leonard reminded and Sara stopped; not wanting the small boy to go on and on about a League trained assassin.

“Right; sorry.” She apologized and checked to see if Robbie had actually heard anything. The toddler seemed too distracted by the swaying she had been doing unconsciously and he was actually watching his sister and Dinah talking.

“Funny right; how life used to be something else entirely and we didn’t think we could ever be happy… and how our lives are now.” Oliver observed and Sara smiled softly.

“Yeah; I guess this is true. I’m glad our lives changed; the blood was too much after all that time and now this kind of living… is…” She glanced at Leonard and Dinah and finally her small bump. “different.”

“But different is good.” The man said and got his now-sleeping son from Sara’s arms and let him rest in his.

Sara took Leonard’s hand in his and her fingers grazed the simply wedding band.

She heard her daughter’s laughter in the distance.

“Yeah. Different is good.”

[kanayawait]

the bright pink cast with ladybug and pawprint doodles

Note: this was a commission from the amazing @wombatking !! the prompt was a reveal scenario where marinette breaks her leg during a battle!! read it on ao3!!

    They were so close to catching the Akuma. She had been a tricky one to fight, having to dodge the bright green tendrils that stemmed from her dress. She had dark red hair, like a rose, with pink tinted skin and green freckles splashed across her cheeks. Her weapon was a shovel with a rather long handle that she used as a bat, which was assumedly was where the akuma resided. This had been their first plant based villian, much to Ladybug’s surprise. Chat Noir had made a few dozen puns about a bug in a garden. (He got hit in the stomach with the shovel after he made one about flowers.)

    They weren’t sure what had caused her to go evil. All they knew was that she was chasing after a couple of little kids, absolutely enraged. The superhero duo were able to get the kids to a safe place, and Chat went to distract Garden Girl while Ladybug talked to the them. It was hard to squeeze the truth out of them, they were scared and ashamed. Eventually the kids explained what happened: they had ruined someone’s garden while playing a game of football. Ladybug chided them lightly before running back to help her feline friend.

    The two had cornered her on a roof. Chat was deflecting the green stems with his baton as Ladybug activated her Lucky Charm. She blinked as a can of herbicide landed in her hand, completely baffled. Chat turned his head to look at her, an eyebrow raised.

    “Wow,” he commented, still turning the staff in his hands, “we’ve never had to kill an akuma before.”

    Ladybug rolled her eyes ask she scanned the scene. She could spray the herbicide in Garden Girl’s face, and she would drop the weapon in pain. Then, Chat could snatch up the shovel and destroy it. Then, she could capture the akuma and they would be finished, and call it a job well done. She felt bad that the girl would have to get injured, but once everything was fixed, she would be okay. Besides, she couldn’t let Hawkmoth win and take their miraculous. Who knows what kind of chaos would ensue.

    “Cover me!” She yelled as she ran towards the villain, spray at the ready. Once she was close enough, she sprayed a thick cloud of the can’s contents, the villain dropping the shovel to rub at her eyes. She grinned at another successful plan, but it was soon wiped from her face as the tendrils started to flail. One caught Ladybug in the stomach, and sent her flying. She landed on a neighboring roof, lower down than the one they were on. She attempted to land properly, but when she tried, she heard a sickening snap. She fell to the ground and clutched her ankle.

    “My lady!” Chat cried as he ran to the edge of the roof, peering over.

    “Don’t worry about me! Destroy the shovel!”

    He nodded and ran back to the girl, and Ladybug heard his cry of “Cataclysm!” as she hoisted herself up into a standing position. Using her yo-yo, she was able to get herself back onto the roof, just in time to cleanse the akuma. She half-heartedly said her catchphrases as she threw the shovel into the air, the magic fixing everything that had been broken during the battle. Exhausted, she carefully sat herself down on the roof, wrapping her hands tightly around her ankle. If only Miraculous Ladybug would fix that too…

    Chat Noir rushed to her side once the battle was over, unsure hands hovering over her. He noticed her hands gripped around her ankle and frowned deeply.  He shooed her hands away and winced when he saw her ankle was broken.

    “Ladybug.. We should get you to the hospital.” He said, helping her get to her feet.

    “I’ll be fine,” she insisted through gritted teeth, “I can get myself to the hospital. Besides, I’m about to detransform, and you know we can’t see each other out of costume.”

    “But your ankle is broken! Can’t we make an acception for this? You could use my staff as a crutch.”

    “I’ll be fine, Chat. It’s not too far away from here. I can get there by myself. You should help the girl get back home. You’re going to detransform soon, too.”

    Defeated, the blond went to help the other girl to her feet. She looked thoroughly confused, and a sudden look of guilt overcame her as Chat explained what happened. Ladybug watched as he scooped her up and leap off the building with the help of his staff. Once the two disappeared from sight, she swung her way down to the ground.

    On the ground she detransformed, Tikki dropping into her lap. Marinette produced a cookie from her bag (she recently had started to carry them around with her), and handed it to the fairy. Tikki ate quickly, a great look of concern on her face.

    “Oh Marinette! I’m so sorry! How is your ankle?” She spoke as soon as she finished the cookie.

    “It’s broken, but thankfully the hospital is close.” Marinette replied, already hobbling in the direction of the hospital. Tikki flew after her.

    “What are you going to tell your parents?”

    The twin-tailed girl stopped in her tracks, her face falling. What was she going to tell her parents? “Hi mom! Hi dad! I was fighting an evil flower villain, and I got knocked off a roof! I’m at the hospital. Can you come pick me up?” No, that would never work. She hated the idea of it, but she would need to come up with a well thought out lie to tell them. She was rather clumsy, so they would believe it if she said she tripped and fell… but over what? Where? She couldn’t have just tripped over a pebble. She could say that she fell down a flight of stairs. There were plenty for her to fall on. Hopefully they wouldn’t be too worried about her...

    “I’ll tell them that on the way home from school I fell down a flight of stairs.”

    “Are you sure they will believe that?”

    “Of course they will, Tikki. You know how clumsy I am.”

    Marinette dragged herself to the hospital, and one of the nurses called her parents. They came as soon as they can, closing up shop for her. Her mom fussed over her, giving Marinette a big hug. Her dad joined in, nearly crushing her ribs. She explained the story about falling down the stairs to both her parents and the doctor. It was confirmed she did, in fact, break her ankle with a couple of x-rays. She was given a bright pink cast and a pair of crutches, and sent back home.

    Her dad helped her up to her room when they arrived back at their home. She lied back on her bed, letting her eyes slip shut. All Marinette wanted to do was go to sleep. Surely her teachers would understand why she didn’t do her homework. Tikki flew out of her bag and nestled up by her shoulder, and suddenly a new fear struck her.

    How was she going to fight akumas when she had a broken ankle? There’s no way Hawkmoth would just wait until her ankle healed. She needed to be able to fight. She had to cleanse the akumas. When she hadn’t, dozens of Stonehearts popped up all over the place. And Chat Noir couldn’t fight by himself. It was a team effort. She’d hate to leave him helpless with a villain he couldn’t defeat. Or worse, mind controlled. He could get his miraculous stolen…

    She took a deep breath. No, she’d figure it out. Chat Noir would have to do more of the heavy lifting, and she would have to either swing around, but that would be a challenge with the heavy cast, or sit stationary somewhere She supposed she would have to call him about that tomorrow and figure out what to do. They’d work it out, they always could.

    She fell asleep to a mind full of active thoughts.

    In the morning, Marinette was able to successfully get herself downstairs and seated for breakfast. Alya had come that morning to help her get to school, having heard the news the previous day. She carried her bag for her, lightly scolding her clumsy friend about being more careful. Marinette just smiled sheepishly. If only she could tell Alya about what really happened.

    It took a little longer than usual to get to school, but they still made it with plenty of time to spare. They found an empty bench, settling themselves down on it. Every so often someone from their class would walk up to them and ask what happened, then to sign her cast. She had a handful of names and “get well soon” notes in various colors of Sharpies after only a few minutes.

    “Don’t look now. Here comes dream boy,” Alya piped up, lightly shoving her side. Marinette’s cheeks flushed pink, and she went to hide her face in her sketchbook. Adrien couldn’t see her like that!

    The blond walked past the two, a smile on his face. “Good morning Alya. Good morning… Marinette?” He stopped in his tracks in front of the two, an eyebrow raised. Marinette slowly lowered the book from her face, smiling sheepishly. His eyes trailed to her cast and he frowned. Then, as if something clicked in his head, his eyes widened. She swore she saw him blush, though she might have just been seeing things.

    “May I sign your cast?” Adrien asked as soon as he recovered, taking a black Sharpie from the stack.

    “O-Of course!” Mariette stuttered, forcing herself to shut her mouth before she said anything else embarrassing in front of her crush.

    He uncapped the Sharpie and bent down to doodle a small ladybug on the cast, filling in the black dots. For good measure, he drew a pawprint beside the bug, and sat up straight when he was done. Marinette’s eyes widened, and she snapped her head up to meet his eyes. Blue eyes stared into green, holding the gaze until Alya cleared her throat, a puzzled expression on her face.

    “Uh, Marinette. Do you think-” Adrien started, cut off by the sound of the bell ringing. “-I could talk to you for a minute at lunch?”

    “Yes. Meet me here?” She replied, confidence seeping into her voice.

    He nodded, and Nino appeared behind him, the two heading off to class together. Alya helped Marinette up, questioning her on what had happened between the two of them. The secret superheroine shrugged it off, only replying in vague answers. She was in absolute shock.

    Marinette had a hard time focusing in her classes. All she could think about was the fact Adrien knew she was Ladybug, and the fact that he was probably Chat Noir. It was hard to wrap her mind around it. How could the so-cool model be a dorky pun-making cat? Then again, she had noticed instances when Adrien would make puns, and the two were both very kind and caring. They both had blond hair and green eyes. Whenever Chat Noir appeared, Adrien was mysteriously somewhere else...

    She found herself growing more and more impatient was it grew closer and closer to lunchtime. She had been scolded a couple of times for not paying attention or doing her work, but she couldn’t seem to work on it. She tried her hardest to distract from the wild thoughts in her head, and instead to focus on answering the questions on the paper in front of her. Though, every attempt was fruitless, her mind always wandering back to Chat Noir and Adrien.

    Adrien being Chat Noir meant that he… liked her, didn’t it? Chat was always flirting with her when she was Ladybug. Did Adrien like Marinette as well? Or did he find her silly and annoying? Marinette had never really fancied Chat. He was too cocky and flirty, but she loved the soft side of Adrien. The two together was the perfect balance. And now that she knew that Adrien was secretly her dorky partner, she wasn’t really afraid to talk to him anymore. Chat wasn’t scary, and if he was a part of her crush, well that was fine with her. She could accept that.

    Finally the bell rang, and if she didn’t have the cast, she would have jumped out of her seat and ran to the bench. Though, she was forced to go slow, using her crutches. Alya carried her backpack, a wide grin spread across her face. She teased her friend all the way to the meeting spot where Adrien was waiting. Alya set down her bag on the bench, and quickly scurried off.

    “Good afternoon, my lady.” Adrien took her hand in his, bending down to kiss it.

    Marinette’s cheeks turned a bright shade of pink, it taking a minute to calm down. “Good afternoon, chaton.”

    “So it’s you.”

    “It’s you.”

    There was a small pause before the two both burst into laughter, Marinette having to sit down in fear of falling again. Adrien plopped down on the bench beside her once he began to calm down, regarding her with a warm smile. She returned the look, both of their cheeks pink.

    “I’m sorry.” Marinette giggled. “I just.. You’re the last person I expected to be Chat Noir.”

    “Why? Am I not as handsome in costume?” He teased, causing her to roll her eyes. He continued, “I suspected that you were Ladybug.”

    “Really?”

    “Yeah. Both in and out of costume you’re really kind and a great leader. Plus, the pigtails.”

    “I guess that’s pretty obvious. But didn’t you think Ladybug was Chloe at one point?”

    “The reporters thought so too!”

    Marinette opened her mouth to tease him more (“What? Did you think that I suddenly grew long blonde hair?”) when she felt her bag moving. She opened her purse and Tikki flew out, spinning in the air. Adrien grinned and opened his jacket to let Plagg out, who flew over to his ladybug friend. The two fairies hugged.

    “Finally!” Plagg complained. “It took you two forever to figure that out. I don’t understand how! She looks exactly like Ladybug!”

    “Yeah, Marinette! I would think you would know your crush well enough to recognize him with a mask and messy hair.” Tikki chimed in.

    “Tikki!” The black haired girl yelped, blushing a bright shade of red. The ladybug fairy said a quick apology, a guilty look on her features.

    “Crush?” Adrien blinked, glancing to the girl sitting beside him. She nodded quickly, but said nothing else. She supposed she still wasn’t quite brave enough to confess something like a crush. Adrien nodded in understanding, pushing off the bench. He stood and held his hand out for her, that warm smile on his face. “Would you like to have lunch with me?”

    Marinette took a deep breath, having to convince herself that she wasn’t, in fact, dreaming. That her crush was secretly a huge dork that liked making puns and asked her out for lunch. She took his hand and pulled herself up, grabbing her crutches.

    “I would love to.” She replied.