#Which ends up biting him in the ass because now he's the Pines' prisoner

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It's a difficult balance to figure out whether or not Bill would actually think before he does something, because on the one hand he IS a trillion years old and is known for being a master manipulator, so I highly doubt he ALWAYS jumps into things before thinking. He has to possess SOME level of intelligence and patience if he was willing to try and make a plan work for, what? Millions of years at this point? When was Weirdmageddon prophesized? ...Okay a BILLION years ago. So I truly don't think that he just jumps headfirst into EVERYTHING without thinking about it first.

On the other hand, he's a fucking idiot with a hair-trigger temper and throws tantrums like he's still five years old so maybe he just has all the luck in the Multiverse that somehow allows him to just get through his immortal life by the seat of his pants. Also 'Looks like Mr. Brainiac finally got smart!'. Dude.

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A Court of Silver Flames (Spoiler version)

Overall Score: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

Disclaimer: THIS REVIEW CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR A COURT OF SILVER FLAMES READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!! You have been warned don’t hate me if you get spoiled and that goes for the rest of the ACOTAR books too!! There is also some spoilers for the Throne of Glass series mentioned!

“Power lay in her hand. Death gripped her by the other.”

“The first time I saw that look on your face, you were still human... and I nearly went to my knees before you.”

So I wanted to do two versions of my review so that people could avoid spoilers and so that I could also gush about parts of this book that made me feel SO many things!! There is also a lot to talk about in this book so it might be a bit long sorry in advance! To be honest it’s more of a discussion than a review!

First of all, I loved this book. I did not expect to because I didn’t particularly like Nestas character, I felt like she was kind of mean to everyone for no reason and was just plain rude. However, after reading this book I can definitely say I like her a lot more now but maybe not as much as I was hoping. This was mostly because even though I loved all of the new found friendships and found family stuff that was going on with Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie but I couldn’t help but feel like she could have directed that towards Feyre and Elain (and even Amren) instead. Nesta kept complaining that Amren and Elain had chosen Feyre over her but then didn’t really do much to try and make up for all the stuff she’d said and done to her sisters. However this was probably because Nesta was saying that it felt good to become friends with these girls because they knew nothing about her and so would not judge her for the things she had done in the past so I can accept that, but it did annoy me a little. I’ll come back to that thought later because I want to go through some of the notes I made while reading.

The first thing I noted was that I loved the dynamic between Cassian and Nesta. I loved how in the beginning of the book, Cassian was genuinely so nervous to go and get Nesta from her home and take her to Feyre. Like this big bad ass general was shaking just to go to her house and I loved that. I loved the sheer power that Nesta held even before they discovered that her power was death itself. I also loved all of the pining and sexual tension that was between these two I mean they were both horny as anything for each other and I did not expect SO MANY sexy scenes between then but I am not complaining about that. I am however complaining about the fact that this book practically confirmed that the original threesome scene was going to be between Nesta, Cassian and Azriel (we were truly robbed) as Nesta had some dirty thoughts about being in between the two males.

The next thing that I noted was after Nesta had begun working in the library. I was trying to keep a keen eye out for any links to Throne of Glass and Crescent City as sjm had confirmed that they were all interlinked in some way. When Nesta was helping Gwyn with the books for Merrill, Gwyn said that Merrill was once researching the theories of different worlds and dimensions I originally had thought that this was a nod to the tog and cc worlds but after Nesta found the harp and discovered that it had 26 strings for the 26 dimensions theorised by Merrill’s research I wasn’t so sure but it was interesting to think about. Also, linking to this point, I wondered if the falling red star that was pointed out toward the end of the book was a nod to the part in Kingdom of Ash when Aelin is going through all of the worlds and sees Rhysand and Feyre on a hill. I could have been clutching at straws here but Feyre was definitely pregnant in that scene so it could have been. Lastly on the point of all the books being linked, I wondered if the symbols that were found in the prison and in the archway later on in the book were Wyrdmarks from the tog universe. It would make sense as they formed a barrier that only Nesta could pass through as she was cauldron made and we think Aelin has something to do with the cauldron and no one knew what they symbols meant?

The next thing I wanted to talk about was Nesta’s newfound friends Gwyn and Emerie. I love these girls they are so strong and badass and I loved the idea of Nesta wanting to train up some more of the females from the library to defend themselves. I also reveled in the idea of them training to become Valkyries and cutting the ribbon, going through all the courses and then the blood rite together. There was certainly enough female empowerment in this book to keep me satisfied. I also had to have a wonder if Gwyn is to become Azriel’s new love interest and if Emerie is to become Morrigan’s? I could definitely see something between these couples and I’m excited to see where it goes.

Coming back to the amount of power that Nesta holds, I loved how the plot would often come back to the part where Nesta was made a high fae in the cauldron and pointed at Hybern as a final warning to him. When she points at anyone during this book they all seem to shy away from her as if they all remeber the power she held in a single finger and I thought this was a really cool thing. I also enjoyed seeing Nesta become more and more powerful physically and mentally through all of her training. Even though parts of it could have been seen as slightly repetitive with the training and the 10,000 stairs, it still held my attention throughout and I was rooting for Nesta to become stronger and make it down the stairs! (Also she stabbed an Illyrian warrior in the balls during the blood rite and I thoroughly enjoyed that)

The last point about Nesta and Cassian I wanted to touch on was them finally discovering that they were mates (FINALLY!!). I mean everyone kind of guessed it already but it was definitely nice to have it confirmed. The book teased it at multiple points in the story but like sjm does it wasn’t confirmed until right near the end of the book and Nesta got thrown into the blood rite straight after which had me biting my nails for their relationship! I would have liked the story to further explore Cassian being under the control of Briallyn and the whole scene where she shows up and Nesta kills her felt extremely rushed. I would have preferred the book to either have cut out some other scenes to make doom for more development there or made the book longer.

Finally, relating to to other characters I was definitely not expecting Feyre to be pregnant in this book. I mean I was maybe expecting the extra Feysand chapter at the end to reveal that she was pregnant but I certainly wasn’t expecting her to be pregnant AND give birth to her son in this book. The whole pregnancy story gave me so much anxiety with how she might have died and then Nesta revealing this to her and Rhysand going apeshit over it. But of course, this is a sjm book and Nesta saves Feyre right at the last moment from not only her dying, but rhysand and the baby by giving back her powers to the cauldron (although I’m sure some of them remain). Although it was predictable and I knew that they would never really die, I still found myself sobbing at the thought that they could have. Also can we talk for a second about how cute of a name Nyx is for Feysand’s son I mean come on I’m so happy for them! My very last point I wanted to make was that Azriel was not in this book nearly enough for my liking. I was so so sure that this book was going to set up Azriel for a book of his own but now I’m not so sure, he was hardly in it and I missed him a great deal.

Overall, I think this was the quickest I’ve ever read a 750 page book. I could not put it down I absolutely loved it and despite some disappointments, it has definitely made me re discover my love for ACOTAR which I am probably going to start re reading immediately. I’m so excited to see where sjm goes with the rest of the series and I felt like this was a fitting end for Nesta and Cassian.

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Merry Christmas, I Love You

12/25/2019

Pairing: Bucky x Reader          Word Count: 6,670

Warnings: Language, violence, blood, angst, pining, jealousy, fluff

A/N: So this was initially supposed to be a Holidays-non-specific fic...but as I kept writing, it was feeling forced so I turned it into a Christmas fic because it felt better that way for writing. I’m so sorry! Anyway, I hope you like this one. I always enjoy writing for Bucky. Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays! xoxo

Things have never been easy for you. Family. Friendships. Relationships. Nothing, except for work.

Somehow, you’ve been able to come in, day after day, with a smile on your face, no obstacles set before you that upset the delicately crafted balance here at the Tower.

That is until the morning you walk in and something terrible—something that you could never have anticipated—is sitting on the edge of your desk wearing rough deep-sea colored jeans, organically weathered around the nicest, most bitable ass you’ve ever seen.

Okay, so maybe it’s been a while since you’ve gotten any and any semi-attractive person now-a-days seems to get your engine revving, but this guy…this man is sin incarnate and you nearly lose your step as you slide to a halt by your office door.

“What are you?” You ask, sputtering the words out senselessly only to have the Sin turn and look at you with clear blue eyes. Ice blue. A little gray. A little piece of heaven staring at you out of a brooding face, topped with what looks like freshly cropped burnt chestnut hair.

You’ve seen it long. You admired it from a safe distance. Now it’s gone but in its place is sheared perfection. He looks like a new man.

“Sorry?” He asks, his voice like chocolate fudge, slow and oozing and coating your insides with thick, sweet…oh man, you’re a goner.

“Um…” You shut your eyes, shaking it lightly to clear your head.

Not looking at the hot man helps.

Wait…you’re stupid. You know exactly who this hot man is. You just didn’t expect to ever see him this close and, in your office, sitting on your desk casually lounging around like some beefed up supermodel.

“I-I meant, what are you doing…here?” You clear your throat, clutch your legal pads a little bit closer and finally open your eyes.

He’s standing now, hands shoved into his pockets, muscled chest straining against the black t-shirt he’s chosen to torture you with, the burgundy leather jacket doing little to hide his muscle.

Who the fuck dressed him?

“Oh.” He says. “I’m working here. With you.” He explains and you nearly choke.

You start coughing again, hacking up a lung as your face burns and your chest nearly caves in.

Bucky because you know very well who he is, hurries towards a small bottle of water you keep handy on your desk and takes it to you.

You take it, try to wheeze out a thank you but cough harder. You gasp, then take a drink as he stares at you, eyes narrowed with polite concern.

“Fighhhne.” You wheeze, waving a hand at him gently to reassure him. “I'm fine.”

He nods straightening up. Just noticing how tense he was, you feel your neck burn.

Suddenly it’s way too hot in here.

“Are you hot?” You continue to wheeze, breathless with embarrassment and a strange and sudden desire. “It’s hot in here.”

Moving around him you move to the window behind your desk, a large glass panel in the glass wall of your office. You slide it open and a rush of chilly New York winter air nips at your skin.

Finally, your head is clear. Sharp. Your wits back in place. You turn to him and he’s shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other.

“What do you mean you’ll be working here?” You ask, a need for clarity rising.

“Fury sent me here.” Bucky shrugs. “I guess Sam’s got the go ahead to start up a team and he wants you to head home base.”

You let that sink in, trying to wrap your head around going from administration duties to somewhat field duties.

“You’re gonna be my handler.” He nearly whispers, voice dropping a bit. Why is he telling you this like it’s a secret?

“Oh, just your handler?” Another voice quips but you don’t have to wonder whose it is. This voice you know.

“Sam?” You call and he comes around the small partition in front of your door.

With that charming smile, the one that has all the ladies in accounting falling to pieces with its easy confidence and promise of romance, Sam gives you a nod and stops beside Bucky.

“Hey, Y/N. It’s good to see you again. You look good. How’ve you been?” He asks, eyeing up Bucky who looks at him and shrugs.

“I’m fine.” You nod, tempted to smile. “Thanks. So, you’ll both be under my umbrella?” You nod.

“There’s a few more but yeah, it’ll be mostly me and Buck. Who best to watch over us? I thought we’d be safest in your capable hands.” Sam flirts.

“Sam…” You huff a small laugh, relaxing a bit now that there’s a buffer. Not that he’s much of a buffer. Sam is fucking hot too and if the window weren’t still hurling frozen wind at you, you’d be overheating.

Sam chuckles-“What?” Sam says—and you look out the window. There’s a small smack but when you look back up at them, nothing has changed much save for Bucky standing with his arms crossed instead of his hands in his pockets.

“…that is my name.” Sam insists, his lips curled up into a playful smirk while the man beside him broods a bit more.

“Well, first off, if I’m going to be your handler, I’m gonna need you to be a bit more professional.” Smiling you move to your desk and deposit your notepads, running a finger across the notes from your latest office meeting.

You won’t need these anymore.

“I’ll do my best, but it’s hard to concentrate on work when my handler’s just so pretty.” He teases.

You huff a small laugh, shaking your head. “You don’t change, do you?”

Sam looks down at your desk, his eyes suddenly darkened by sorrow.

You feel bad but you won’t linger.

“I’m glad.” You assure him. “Sometimes I forget how to laugh.”

And like a switch has been turned, Sam’s smile is back.

“Don’t worry. Together, I think the three of us can give the world a few reasons to smile again.” Sam nods, sincere.

You look at Bucky who stands with a frown twisting his handsome face.

“I look forward to working with you, Agent Barnes.” You offer a small smile, hoping to ease his grimace.

He looks up at you, startled, as if he’s just realized you’re there. Great. There goes that crush. Another one that doesn’t know you’re there.

“Bucky.” He says. “Please.”

“Okay.” You smile a little wider and his eyes finally focus. “Bucky. I look forward to getting to know you.”

He stares at you and he sizes you up. That small frown never leaves his face which only makes you wonder whether he disapproves of what he sees.

~~~~~~~~~~

Fuck.

This is not good.

As Bucky looks you over, from the tips of your red pumps to the collar of your soft gray business suit—a silk red camisole peeking out from underneath—he knows that he’s fucked.

The moment you smiled, frazzled by Sam’s stupid flirting, he knew that you’re trouble.

That look of curiosity on your pretty face…what is he getting himself into?

Bucky likes you.

He likes you a lot.

“Bucky?” You call to him, your voice wrapping around his name just so that it makes his heart pound.

“Do you even have any training in the field?” He asks, kicking himself internally that he’s on the defensive now but he wasn’t expecting this.

He wasn’t expecting to come in here to find you, a beautiful woman, clumsy and real. There’s nothing fake about you so far and Bucky can see the goodness that you radiate. He wasn’t expecting Sam to come in here, flirting shamelessly, making you laugh.

Rude bird.

You blink, slightly taken aback.

“She’s not gonna be out in the field, Buck.” Sam defends you, and that grates Bucky more.

“It’s still something she should have.” Bucky argues stupidly. Why can’t he shut his mouth up?

“I-” You begin, sounding saddened and Bucky could leap out of that window behind you if it would end this inescapable awkwardness he’s dredged up. “I don’t.”

You shake your head then bite your lip. Thinking hard while Bucky fights the urge to touch your mouth.

“I’m actually not sure why Fury sent you to me. I’ve never…I mean, I did go into training for S.H.I.E.L.D. when I first started here a few years ago but I failed out of the academy. I couldn’t get myself to do what needed doing and I—this was a better fit for me.” You bristle. “So, no. I don’t have any field training. But I’ll do my best.”

Before he can open his mouth and make this worse, Bucky sighs, exchanged a look with Sam, then turns and leaves.

As he pushes your office door open, he can hear Sam reassuring you.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. He’ll come around. We’ll make a great team.”

“Thanks, Sam.” Your voice is flooded with gratitude.

Fucking Sam.

~~~~~~~~~~

You watch from your seat in the old crumbling building on two ten-inch displays as Bucky and Sam rush into the abandoned bunker. It’s not so abandoned now, filled with a terror cell known as the Maw. They’ve killed sixty people in four days and there will be no taking of any prisoners today.

“Are we sure he’s here?” Bucky asks, the feed from his body cam shows him sliding along the floor under a small break in the outer wall. Immediately inside there are five enemies.

As he stands, they fire, and you grip the edge of the fallen and splintered door that is your makeshift desk until he’s taken the entire group out. Not one left alive.

“Yes.” You answer, remembering his question. “He’s here.”

As Bucky breaks into a run down a long dark hallway, you focus on Sam’s cam and watch as he circles up over the building.

“Sam, do you see anything?” You check, knowing that he must be running his thermals.

“Just a whole bunch of cowards.” He quips. “There. Bucky, third basement down. There’s a wall weak enough to break through right behind them.”

You look at Bucky’s cam and it changes position. He’s running faster, sliding from doorway to doorway before he throws himself within one as gunfire rains down on him from an open door at the end.

You slide the big heavy laptop you use for recon over and pull up all the schematics of the bunker you’d found in your research of the building.

“Y/N, find me a way down.” He grunts, returning fire when he can.

“Already on it.” You inform him, sneaking a glance as he slides out from his hiding spot to one closer to the shooter.

His hallway ends in a T and he’s on the left-hand side.

“There.” You say, “Down that hallway to the right, straight ahead. There’s an elevator shaft that should be non-operational. You can slide down straight to the third floor and round back towards the wall Sam saw.”

Bucky is already running. As he approaches the shooter, he holds up his metal arm to block three bullets. There’s a click—an empty clip—then Bucky pounces, twisting the man’s arm to break it then he practically throws him into the wall. The man falls to the ground, but Bucky doesn’t stop.

He’s sliding on the ground towards the elevator shaft as he approaches and throws his metal hand out to dig his fingers into the wall. He slides down one floor before he releases and freefalls, then at the last moment he grabs the top lip of the floor he’s going to and swings himself in.

“Down the hall, two rights, and you should be against that weak wall.” You tell him. “Sam, status?”

You look at the other display and watch as Sam dips and dives, gunfire lighting up his cam. He throws his shield and it bounces off one thug to hit another then magnetically flies back up to Sam.

“There are civilians in that holding cell.” Sam realizes, and without a second thought he flies for it. “Six guards. I’ll take them out quick.”

“Get them to safety. I’ve got these guys.” Bucky says confidently as he rounds the last right and races for the back wall to the inner room of the final floor.

“Bucky…” You begin, fear taking root in your heart as you think about the fact that Sam will be too busy with those civilians to come quickly.

This isn’t your first time out with them. You, Sam, and Bucky have been together for a year now. One whole year.

Somehow, you have been an asset to their team. Sometimes Sharon comes along, sometimes there’ll be a few others. But at the end of the day it is always you, Sam, and Bucky.

You’ve been there when Sam broke his arm. When Bucky dislocated his shoulder. When they were both shot. When Sam wouldn’t wake up for three days. You’ve been there for every after mission dinner. You’ve been there for every holiday spent in safe houses and hospitals.

Bucky and Sam had even bought you a cake when your birthday came around and all three of you ate it on the tower roof, both men still in mission garb, sitting on the ramp of the jet.

Through it all, though you always worry, there is only one thing that makes you lose focus. One thing that has brought you to Fury’s office several times to resign because you can’t do this job. Not like this. Not when you’re this distracted half the time.

When Bucky’s in danger, your heart stops. When he’s injured, you’re nearly in tears. You’d cried that first time he was shot, but luckily Sam was shot too so really, you managed to pass it off as sorrow for both of them.

The time Sam wouldn’t wake up, those tears were just for Sam…but Bucky was pretty torn up about it and you’d offered what comfort he was willing to accept which wasn’t much.

Bucky has kept you at arm’s length this entire time. Welcoming enough to make you feel like part of the team, but far enough that you’re pretty sure he still think you’re absurdly underqualified for this job.

You’ve watched him with his other teammates, even the ones that randomly come by, and he’s not with them like he is with you.

Watching him team with Sharon or T’Challa, you can see the difference.

He likes them. He doesn’t simply tolerate them.

Despite this disappointment, it does not fail. Every time that he’s taking on too much, your focus goes straight to him.

You pull his cam footage closer just as the wall in front of him explodes.

Cement and iron rain down on him and the hallway, rumbling as the building groans with the loss of support.

You stand, pushing your chair back hard as you clutch the display closer.

“Bucky!” You call, seeing nothing but darkness. “Bucky? Get up.”

Voice rising with panic, you blink hard, trying to see through the cloud of dust in the darkness in the screen.

“What happened?” Sam demands, returning fire at the thugs he’s facing.

“The wall exploded out.” You say, quiet because you can’t breathe.

There is no movement. Bucky isn’t moving.

You don’t give yourself enough time to think.

“Is he okay?” Sam asks, but he’s too busy to do anything about it.

So, you do.

Flipping open your bag, you pull out the handgun you’d been issues when you took this job and run. Down along the stairwell from your safe room. Across the street towards the bunker, along the small alleyway beside it to the back where the original entry point had been made.

You keep an eye on the display you’ve brought with you and watch as the rubble shifts. You see a gleam of dark metal and see that it’s Bucky pulling himself out of the pile, but then there are more glints of sleek black metal.

Guns. At least eight of them, all pointed at Bucky.

“Fuck.” You push yourself faster, ignoring the way your legs protest.

Your tac pants tear as you finally enter the building, catching on exposed reinforced metal piping and wood.

You’re not even careful about your running. You don’t look around for enemies. You don’t care. You have one goal and that’s all that matters.

You enter the T and race for the elevator shaft. A final glance at your display tells you that they’ve got Bucky kneeling in the rubble he’d been buried under. All of the other thugs in that room have their guns pointed at him, one man stands a little taller than the rest. No gun in his hand, but a long serrated knife. He’s talking, smirking down at Bucky as he squats down before him to run that knife’s point along the seam of Bucky’s metal arm.

Dropping the display, you reach for your belt hoop and pull from it a compact grapple. You shove it into the floor by the open elevator shaft and throw yourself down without hesitation.

You fall quickly, reaching the third floor in less than five seconds.

You have to release the cable in order to stop and you use the momentum of your fall to swing yourself into the doorway.

Landing hurts but you’re on your feet, racing down the hallway as fast as you can.

Instead of taking two rights however, you take one right, then a left.

They aren’t expecting you to barrel in through the door they’d been facing. Their only defense had been on the wall Bucky tried to go through.

So, when you shove the door open, you aim and kill one, two, three guards with quick precision shots.

That’s when they turn, and you run to take cover behind a tall steel shelf.

Bullets bounce off the metal as they land near your head.

On the other side, in the room that you can no longer see, you can hear Bucky fighting. His metal arm deflecting bullets and slamming these thugs into the floor.

The shooting at you stops so you peek out and aim. You get one of them in the leg, the other in the gut. You’re about to fire again, killing a fourth, when a loud pop and a burning sensation pierces your arm.

You cry out, and duck back behind the shelving out of sight.

“Y/N!” Bucky shouts, the scuffle between him and his enemies increasing in pace.

There are fewer grunts and they’re moving closer.

You groan, holding your hand over the wound in your arm but force yourself to peek out again, this time aiming where the shot that hit you came from.

Distracted by Bucky’s approach, the man behind the name of Maw doesn’t see you aiming at his head.

Before you can fire, your arm falls, losing strength and the shot goes through his neck.

He sputters and chokes on his blood, falling to his knees just as Bucky finishes with the last of his goons. He moves to the man and with one swift flick of his arm, the man’s neck breaks, and he falls to the ground, unmoving.

Your eyes are on Bucky, scanning him for injury as you press your hand harder against your own wound.

He’s okay. You gush stupidly. He’s not hurt.

A small scratch on his cheek. Otherwise, he’s fine.

And he’s suddenly at your side.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” He asks, voice hard and angry.

“No.” You tell him.

“Let me see.” He pushes your hands away and stares down at the hole in your arm.

As blood gushes out, he reaches down to his belt to pull a heavy but thin cord that he begins to wrap high on your arm. It hurts. It pinches. It’s too tight.

“Ow.”

“No shit.” Bucky growls at you. “Sit still.”

You do, not having realized that you were squirming.

“What the hell did you come in here for?” He demands.

“You were in trouble.” You explain, leaning your head back to watch him finally tie the tourniquet. “And Sam was busy.”

“I coulda handled it.” He’s clenching his jaw, flexing the muscle in his anger as he reaches down to pull what looks like a small syringe from a small pouch on his belt.

“It’s okay to need help.” You tell him calmly, loving the way his brow is furrowed in concentration.

“I don’t need your help. Not here.” He chastises, pushing the tip of the syringe into your wound to press in what looks like powder. It hurts but you’re starting to not feel much of anything.

He tosses the syringe away and begins to wrap up your wound with a small roll of bandage.

“This isn’t the right kind. We’ll have to get you back to the Tower quick.” Bucky sighs.

“Why don’t you like me?” You ask him, feeling woozy and finding that filter that you usually use strange absent.

Bucky frowns, then gets up and reaches down to help you up.

He tucks you underneath his arm and supports most of your weight as he leads you out, refusing to answer your question.

“Y/N okay?” Sam’s voice filter in through your comms.

“Yeah, she’s fine. Lost a bit of blood though. Faster we get her back the better.” Bucky says, cutting you off before you can answer.

“Just getting these last few civilians out. I’ll meet you at the jet. Two minutes.” Sam promises.

The trek up the stairs is exhausting. You’re dizzy and tired. The adrenaline is wearing off and you find yourself leaning against Bucky more and more the higher you climb.

When the freezing air hits you outside, your head clears for a moment and you remember that you ran out here without your coat.

It’s freezing.

You look up with your mouth wide open. It’s snowing!

“It’s snowing.” Way to go, brain.

Bucky frowns as he looks up and with you struggling to keep up, he stops. He wraps his arm more securely around your back then with his other, quickly dips to pick you up.

You groan when the movement jostles your arm but lay your head on his shoulder anyway.

“I like it here.” You whisper, stupidly talking without thinking.

You place your hand on Bucky’s chest where you can feel his heart pounding. Absolutely thrumming against his ribcage.

“Were you scared?” You ask him, wondering if Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, can really get scared.

For a moment he says nothing. Then, “Yes.”

You nod. “It’s okay.”

“Stop talking.” He chastises, just as your body is engulfed in warmth.

Not even two second later, your entrance into the jet is followed by the soft whoosh of Sam’s wings and then his feet as he climbs in and moves towards the pilot’s chair.

“She okay?” Sam asks, glancing at you as Bucky settles you into a seat and straps you in.

“She’s a little delirious but she’s okay. Should be fine as long as we get her back soon. She needs stitches. Bullet went clean through.” Bucky says, focused on your arm as the jet pulls away.

“I like you.” You tell him. Blinking slowly as his fingers stop fumbling with your bandage.

He looks at you, ice sapphire eyes burning into your own with a million unasked questions.

“Why do you hate me?” You wonder, feeling sleepy.

“I don’t hate you.” Bucky explains, brow furrowed with subdued anguish.

“I like you.” You tell him again. “I want you to like me back.”

Bucky opens his mouth but shuts it again, looking over at Sam who seems to be intentionally ignoring the two of you.

“Sometimes I think about what it would be like to kiss you.” You continue, words slurring together as the shock of being shot catches up with you. “Kiss me.”

You see him leaning up towards you just as your vision turns black.

~~~~~~~~~~

Recovery is a bitch.

You hate having to wear a sling. Especially because you’re decommissioned from field duty for a while. Bucky and Sam don’t stick around. They make sure you’re okay and then they go off on their next mission.

Sharon is brought in to help. She takes your job.

You watch two days later as they come into the small shared space in Tony’s old lab where you had set up home base for them. They walk in and head straight for the mission board—a high tech computer screen with touch—and sift through a few open cases.

They don’t seem to see you sitting on the sofa by the kitchen, wrapped up in a blanket, sipping hot cocoa.

You watch them, taking in their dynamic. Sam is just as playful with Sharon as he is with you. They seem to have a deeper connection though. A shared sorrow. All three of them do.

The biggest difference is Bucky’s demeanor. He smiles more. He’s laughing at something Sharon said.

Your chest aches. Wondering if maybe this is what’s for the best? He seems to be more at ease with Sharon there to support them in their missions. She’s got the skill.

You’ve read her file. Part of it. The parts you were allowed to read.

She’s amazing.

Much more qualified.

“You’re coming, right?” Bucky asks her, watching her as she stares at the board.

“To what?”

“The Christmas party.” Bucky tells her. “It’s tomorrow night. We should be back by then.”

“Why would I come to the Christmas party?” She asks, a laugh in her voice.

“Because it’ll be fun.” Bucky reasons, then turns to Sam and nods at her. “Right?”

“Yeah. Pepper’s got Happy planning the whole thing. We might have to surrender our IDs when we come in and consent to a pat down but there’ll be plenty of booze. Music. Dancing.” Sam teases her the same way he teases you.

She laughs. “I’ll think about it.”

“It’ll be more fun if you come.” Bucky continues, reaching out finally to pull on her sleeve. “Come.”

You curl up a bit more, shrinking into the cushions of your seat. Hating the way your chest feels like it’s caving in.

Of course, he’s going to like her. She’s Sharon Carter! Great niece to Peggy Carter. A legend in her own right.

This must be why he never brought up what you’d said in the jet. You were slurring and mostly out of it, but you knew what you were saying.

You’d finally told him. You like him. You do.

And he hasn’t said anything about it.

You shift too far to the left and your arm grazes against the cushions beside you.

You gasp, shocked by the pain.

“Y/N?” Sam’s voice calls out.

No.

You blink hard, hoping they look clear and not like you’re pining for Bucky Barnes.

Sam rounds the sofa and smiles down at you.

“Why are you hiding out here, making no noise? One gunshot wound and you think you’re a world class spy?”

You say nothing. You’re in hell. You just look up at him.

“Hey, you okay?” He asks, moving to sit beside you.

“Y/N is here?” Sharon asks, moving towards you.

Fuck.

When she comes into view, you can see she’s wearing a standard S.H.I.E.L.D. body suit. Winter edition so it’s a little thicker. White pants and top. Gray straps to holster her guns. That’s empty right now.

“Hey, long time no see.” She smiles at you kindly and you force a smile in return.

Sharon is nice. You’ve always like Sharon. She’s kind and friendly.

“Yeah.” You say stupidly because it’s the only thing you can get your throat to work out.

“Heard you were shot saving Bucky’s ass?” She offers, looking over her shoulder at Bucky who finally moves towards you.

You shake your head once, that smile still plastered in place.

“Are you not feeling well?” Sam asks, reaching out to place his hand on your back.

You shake your head, letting the grimace that your poor heart is feeling seep out as discomfort in your arm.

“I’m gonna go…” You tell him, voice quiet and strained.

As you get to your feet, Sam helps you. You don’t see Bucky.

You know that he’s there, standing somewhere behind you, but you don’t want to turn to see him. What’s the use?

“You need help getting to your room?” He asks, but you shake your head. “Okay.”

You move past him and don’t look back. You don’t stop until you’re in your room, door shut behind you.

Moving into the bathroom you wash your face with your one hand, trying to clear your mind.

As you shut off the water you hear your bedroom door click shut.

“Sam?” You call and follow the sound back into your room.

But there’s no one there. It stands empty, just as it was when you came in.

As you move to take a seat on your bed, your eyes spot a small bottle of pills on your bedside table.

You grab them, quickly reading the label because these are not your pills.

Take two tablets every eight hours as needed for pain.

Rising to your feet, you move for your door, throw it open and look down the hallway to catch Sam to thank him before he can get too far but your voice catches in your throat as you watch wide shoulders and a glinting dark metal arm walk away from you.

With his delivery done, Bucky leaves you without a word.

~~~~~~~~~~

Wincing you slip off your sling and reach down to straighten your dress. It’s short. Shorter than you’d thought it was, but it’s pretty, with long loose sleeves that cinch at the wrist. Dazzling white with silver sparkles stitched into the soft fabric.

You’d seriously considered sitting out this party. You aren’t exactly in the mood. Not happy. Not comfortable. Not in the Christmas spirit.

Rejected, your mood has taken a sour turn. You’re mostly sad all the time which is hard enough but with the pain in your arm, it feels worse than it actually is.

However, you’ve never missed a Christmas or Holiday party since you’ve started working here and you’re not about to start now.

When you finally arrive, the party is already in full swing.

Pepper and Happy have outdone themselves, turning the largest ballroom in the Tower into the prettiest winter wonderland that you’ve ever seen.

All the tables are covered in gleaming silver and white tablecloths, decorated with assorted bobbles in silvers, whites, pale blues, and grays. White lights are strung up along the ceiling and left to dangle in carefully placed icicle patterns, more clear baubles with shining white lights at the center adorn the spaces between the tables where people chat and eat merrily with golden forks, knives, and spoons.

There is no red holly or green garland, but all around the room you can see the soft green and white splash of mistletoe hidden in small nooks and over random spots in the room.

“Y/N!” You hear Sam’s voice before you see him and search the room for him. “Over here!”

He waves at you from across the room near the large metal door that leads out into the hallway that’s lined with an endless stretch of conference rooms.

He looks dapper in a velvet black tux, silver bowtie around his neck.

You smile at him and move towards him but as you cross the table comes into full view and you see that Bucky is sitting beside him to his left—looking sinfully good in a navy tux, white dress shirt, and a black bowtie. Beside Bucky sits Sharon, in a red satin dress with capped sleeves and a round neckline.

Her dress, as you approach and she stands, you can see if floor length and she looks absolutely beautiful.

“Wow.” You tell her. “Sharon, you look amazing.”

Sharon blushes. “Me? Anything looks good when all you wear is tac gear. Look at you! You’re stunning!”

You almost look at Bucky but stop yourself just as your head tilts.

“Have you eaten yet?” Sam asks, moving around the table to pull out your chair, sitting you right across from Bucky.

“No.” You admit.

“I’ll go get you a plate.” Sam says.

“You don’t have to. I’m not really hungry.” You tell him.

“You have to eat.” He chastises. “I’ll be right back.”

He leaves you, disappearing into the crowd as Sharon scans the crowd.

“I’m not hungry.” You repeat to no one in particular. Just talking because you’re nervous as hell and you can feel Bucky’s eyes on you.

“You have to eat.” He says, and finally you look at him.

He’s watching you, those blue eyes more ice-like tonight because of the décor that surrounds him, but for once he doesn’t look like he’s angry. His face is carefully controlled. A small curios tilt of his head as you stare at him and say nothing.

“Bucky!” Sharon exclaims. “Pepper’s here. Let’s go say hi.”

She smacks his arm and moves around the table to head over towards Pepper, escorted by an adorable Morgan wearing a bright red dress with tulle for days. She doesn’t look happy about it.

“I’ll be right back.” Bucky tells you, and you turn to watch him get up and refasten the button on his front and move after Sharon.

Left alone, you feel yourself beginning to relax. Maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all, right? Bucky doesn’t like you but he’s not hating you either. Sharon is as nice as always and Sam as attentive, but you know he’s only fussing because you got shot.

You’re beginning to wonder why he’s taking so long with that plate of food—not that you want it but you’re getting lonely over here—when you look around towards where he disappeared to and spot him chatting up one of the girls from accounting.

She looks absolutely flustered and it makes you smile. Good for her.

You scan the crowd, looking for Sharon and Bucky to see if they might be on their way back and find them standing with Pepper, Morgan in her arms.

They’re chatting pleasantly for a moment before Happy leans in to say something to them.

Sharon looks confused, Bucky a little nervous.

Happy points up above their heads and your heart drops.

Sharon and Bucky look up to find a cluster of mistletoe strung up above their heads, nestled between two large silver baubles.

Happy holds out his hands, shrugging, but clearly enjoying himself.

Pepper is also smiling, all of them finding the moment utterly entertaining.

Look away, Y/N. You try to tell yourself, but your eyes are glue and your heart is pounding.

You try to swallow but your mouth is too dry, and your throat is clogged up. A lump the size of your fist settled right within it.

You watch as Sharon grabs Bucky’s bicep and leans in towards him. He leans in too, faster and much more eager.

They kiss.

You’re shattered.

As they pull away quickly, Bucky reaches up to wipe at his lips with his fingertips and cautiously seems to glance your way.

He sees you watching and stands up straighter.

You look away, rising to your feet as quickly as you can and move around the table to head straight for that metal door.

“Y/N!” Bucky calls but you can’t stop now. Not with your heart in your throat.

The quiet of the hallway is welcome and you hurry towards the first door you see and pull it open. Inside the conference room, the blinds are drawn, and no one will be able to see you in here. The long black glass table and the sterile silver rolling chairs that line it are familiar, but you really wish you were in your room right now.

This place gives you no comfort.

You look up, spot another set of large glass doors and sigh, knowing that there might be some comfort out there.

They lead to a balcony, a small one, and as soon as you move out onto it, cold winter wind freezes you.

It bites at your skin, harshly drawing your attention away from your aching heart pain.

The wind whips your hair, making a mess of the careful style you’d tried to put it in.

Shutting your eyes, you sigh once again, hoping that this ache…this broken heart will mend quickly.

All of this started as a lusty dream. A quick bit of desire conjured up when you’d walked in and spotted Bucky sitting on your desk.

How had it grown into something more meaningful? Why do you have to like him?

The sound of the door opening turns you around and you see Bucky look inside. He nearly turns to leave when he spots you on the balcony outside.

He stalks towards you, feet stomping on the floor. He throws the balcony door open and lumbers towards you with intent before wrapping his right arm around your waist to pull you tight against his body.

His metal hand takes hold of your bicep and he pulls you to him roughly as he leans down to kiss you hard.

Startled, for two seconds all you can do is stand there as his lips move against yours, warm and wet. When his tongue slides along your bottom lip, you melt into him and shut your eyes to finally return his kiss.

His metal hand tightens, and you pull back, “Ow.”

Confused, he looks at you, then his hand as you curl that shoulder up.

“Shit.” Bucky exclaims. “Sorry. Fuck.”

You laugh. “Ow…”

He releases you and looks at the spot where you’re shot and watches as a small patch of red begins to grow.

“Damn it. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I…I forgot.” He explains.

He meets your eyes and he seems to regain whatever determination made him pull you to him so hard.

“It was mistletoe.” He explains. “That’s why I kissed Sharon.”

“I know.”

“Then why did you run?” He demands.

“Because it sucked.” You explain. Duh!

“I’m sorry.” He sighs. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Y/N.”

“Me too.” You nod.

“I only want you.” Bucky sighs, reaching up to caress your frozen cheek.

“Me too.” You smile.

The side of the Tower suddenly flares to life with millions of tiny Christmas lights, bathing the two of you in warm yellow light.

You both admire the sight for a minute, appreciating the beauty.

“Merry Christmas.” Bucky says, drawing your eyes back to him as he wraps his arm around your waist tighter.

“Merry Christmas.” You tell him, smiling as you lean in to kiss him again.

“I love you.” He sighs, stopping your advancement as your heart nearly bursts through your chest. “Be mine?”

You laugh once, giddy beyond belief. “Yes.”

Bucky smiles.

“I love you, too.” You promise, and he pulls you in for a kiss, this time carefully avoiding your wounded arm.

“Well it’s about damn time!” Sam says, both you and Bucky stopping with your lips barely touching to look over at the large balcony doorway.

“No kidding.” Sharon says, smiling at the two of you with a smug little smirk. “Good call on the mistletoe.”

Sam smiles proudly. “They needed the push.”

You glare at him, feeling a little spiteful at the hell you just went through to find this heaven.

“Excuse you?” You warn.

“Oof, I mean, dance, Agent Carter?” Sam asks, offering Sharon his hand as he selectively avoids your angry gaze.

“Uh…yeah, good idea.” She takes his hand and lets him lead her back inside.

Bucky chuckles but reaches up to take hold of your chin and turn you to face him once more.

“I’m gonna have to buy him a better present.” He laughs, then leans down to kiss you silly.

The end.

[samclownchester]

The day is June 15 2020

The time is 3 am

The situation is that the world has fallen into a pandemic of Covid-19, and my job closed down in March, leaving me with lots of time on my hands. Despite my doubts, I fell back into Supernatural, deep into it, and I am now rewatching it. I thought it would be fun to try and see how much I could remember from earlier seasons before I watch them all

I have watched up to 1x14 at this point, so those episodes are fresh in my mind, but lets see what else I remember

Season 1

“Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days”

“Saving people, hunting things, the family business”

Sam’s girlfriend dies just like his mom did

Their dad is the point of the season but is only actually in like 3 episodes

Sam and Dean break up but get back together

Sam has VISIONS and moves things with his MIND

Meg is a demon, Sam has a bit of a crush on her

They find their dad, but don’t kill the demon

colt

Season 2

Dean dies in a car crash, John sells his soul for him and dies

Bobby Singer is best dad

Ellen and Jo and Ash exist

Purple Nurple

Gordon?

Lots of psychics! Sam can make friends??

Jk, it’s the hunger games

Sam gets stabbed in the back

Dean sells his soul for him

They kill Azazel I think??

“I have … demon blood in me?”

Season 3

Saving Dean from his demon deal

Groundhog day episode where Dean dies everyday

Gabriel?? (trickster)

Blonde Ruby (let’s hear it for Laurel Lance!)

Very short because there was a writers’ strike that year

Hell hounds

Season 4

Dean was “gripped tight and raised from perdition” by Castiel

Sam has a new gf! (Surprise, it’s Ruby in a new body! :o)

Why does she pretend to not know Dean when he first shows up? Is she lying to Sam about who she is this whole time?? Hmmm I wish I remembered

Time travel?? (Sam doesn’t get to come ☹ )

Demon blood

Demon blood detox ☹

Let’s kill Lilith

“Because it had to be you Sam”

“The boy with the demon blood”

Season 5

Dean is the Michael sword

Sam is messed up, trying to quit demon blood

Cas rebelled, and he did it, all of it, for Dean

Adam Winchester is a person who exists

Also I think this is the season with Jesse the antichrist who never shows up again it’s fine.

He only existed so they could have important conversations about nature vs nurture which honestly they should’ve just saved from when Jack was born but they didn’t know that was gonna happen

More time travel??

Future

Cas likes drugs

Team Free Will

Samifer

Fall into the cage

Dean goes to live with Lisa and Ben

The end?

Season 6

Cas is working with Crowley and spying on Dean but not talking to him like the pining idiot that he is

Dean can’t help but inspect monster happenings in town

Soulless!Sam

Dean finds Soulless Sam

Hanging out with some old dude?

Get Sam’s soul back

Meet Death?

Find out Cas is working with Crowley

 O: Ultimate betrayal

???

Season 7

Leviathans

Godstiel?? Why?? Idr

Hallucifer

Please give Sam therapy

Sam goes to an asylum

Cas takes Sam’s trauma??    

More leviathans

Dick?

Charlie!

Kevin!

Garth? Did we know him before. Idk, we know him now

Dean and Cas go to purgatory!

When does Cas die and walk into the lake? That’s before they go to Purgatory, right? Hmmmm but how does he come back

 Cas is Emmanuel and has a wife? Is that in this season?

Season 8

Dean gets out of purgatory!

But no Cas

Sam had a girlfriend and a dog! Nice!

Not nice, he ignored Kevin and didn’t look for Dean

Like they agreed on, but whatever ok sue him for trying to be happy

Dean has a vampire boyfriend

Not so high and mighty about killing every monster are we now, huh Dean?

Right? I don’t remember, this is a conversation that happens though

He does end up killing Benny though, doesn’t he? huh

Cas is back from Purgatory! But he’s got Secrets ™

“I’m gonna become a hunter”

Then he stays in the old folks home and next time we see him he’s all wacky and likes to watch the bees?

Megstiel

You’re just playing sorry

Am I right?? I don’t remember, but all of this happens at some point

Who even is the big bad? What are we fighting? Idk

Oh we have to save Kevin from Crowley and he reads the demon tablet. Only eats hotdogs, doesn’t shave. I love him please keep him safe.

Spoilers, they don’t

Right! The trials, Sam does the trials, they “purify” him

The angels fall, but Sam doesn’t complete the trials and almost dies.

Season 9

Sam almost dies, Dean is like “right, nonconsensual possession is clearly the best answer for this”

Human!Cas, he drinks lots of water. Steve.

§  “you can’t stay here” :o

Abaddon I think?? What was the point

Crowley is sort of our friend now and I think we meet Rowena? Idr

Kevin dies ☹

“What is the upside to me being alive” – Sam

§  Maybe in this season, maybe not. Who knows?

Cas is a cannibal (eats grace) and becomes and angel again at some point

§  Hannah exists

We all hate Metatron

Cain??

Metatron stabs Dean and Sam puts his dead body on the bed

Demon!Dean

Season 10

Demon!Dean and Crowley are living it up!

Sam and Cas try to cure Dean

Charlie and Rowena interact a lot I think

Book of the Damned

When did they find the bunker? Men of Letters? All that? Idr, anyway they have it at this point

Dean kills lots of people

Charlie dies ☹

Dean blames Sam which is unfair and I hate it

They get the mark off and The DarknessTM is release

Season 11

The Baby episode exists

Really weird sexual tension between Dean and Amara while she’s still kind of a child, no one knows why. Please stop.

Cas gets called expendable and then makes poor life decisions

Lbr, though, Misha is the only other one who can play Lucifer with the same spirit as Mark Pellegrino. Sorry Jared, it’s the truth.

Eileen!! <3

Chuck is God :o

Let’s kill Amara!

Except we don’t kill her, she just needs to bond with her bro.

Here, have your mom back

Season 12

Mom????

British Men of Letters

Lucifer F*cks

Boy I didn’t think this would turn into what it did, let me tell you

Winchesters escape from Federal Prison

Cas says “I love you”

But like, the plural you. No homo.

Sam admits he lost his drive to lead, then finds it again and leads hunters against the dang brits! Hooray!

Oh shoot Lucifer wants custody of his kid!

FIGHT

Fatality – Castiel

Fatality – Mary

Oh no wait she didn’t die she’s just trapped.

Season 13

Jack jack jack jack jack

3 dads, all at various levels of dadding

Actually 2 excellent dads, one dad who is too emotionally damaged to dad but he tries sometimes

Yeah Cas pisses of a cosmic entity. That won’t come back to bite him

Jack just wants to be good

Wayward sisters was not picked up which sucks

Apocalypse world

Rowena is our friend now

Custody Battle!!! Who wins? Not Lucifer

We saved the day! And a ton of people

Literally they made a whole deal of the people being like “We won’t leave our home or our cause” and then they got back to Sam and Dean’s world, didn’t have archangel grace and were just like “meh, actually this place is cool. We don’t have to worry about going back”

Psych! We’re not done yet! Luci wants his kid

And Michael wants his planet

Season 14

Michael! Dean

Jack dies

But it’s ok, we fixed you, just don’t use your powers

Oh shoot he used his power

Nick is somehow alive

In love with Lucifer

Burn his ass!!

Oh Mary disapproves

RIP Mary

RIP Dean being a father, now he’s gonna murder

Hi Chuck, nice of you to show up

Oh no.

Season 15

Chuck sucks

Dean and Cas break up ☹

Sam has visions again

But he’s not psychic, it’s just the piece of his soul inside Chuck

Resurrect your girlfriend! Yeah!!

Jack is eating hearts, but it’s ok, Death told him to do it.

Garden of Eden?

Get your soul back boy!

 And cry

Honorable mentions (Aka these happened but idr when)

Sam falls in love with a werewolf and then has to kill her and MAN Jared really brought the tears

AU where Supernatural is a TV show

Finding out Supernatural is a book series and the author is Chuck!

Crowley becomes helpful mostly

Crowley has a son??

 Meet grandpa

Ellen, Jo, and Ash die

Bobby dies

literally everybody dies

Kill Hitler

They meet that Jewish guy with the Golem who pretended to flirt with Dean at some point.

Jimmy Novak was a devout man who deserved a lot better than he got

Claire Novak is so cool

She moves in with Jody

When do we meet Jody? She’s just always kinda been there?

Gabriel, I don’t remember anything about Gabriel

The council of the Gods’ happens and then I think Gabriel dies in that episode?? Idr

The Four Horsemen

Death, Pestilence, War, Famine

“You’re not hungry Dean”

 I literally do not remember what was happening with these guys

Also, they killed Death, killed a reaper, that reaper became the new Death. I remember when all that happened I just didn’t feel like putting it in the timeline.

[tae-pollux]

House of Cards: Sacrificial Lamb 3

{Chapter Three}

Rated M Pairing: ReaderxOT7 Genre: Horror? Angst? Vampire/Demon AU a/n: I’m still trying to figure out how to do this bit lol. I’m open to any pointers on how to improve the appearance of my blog and posts. o-o

You didn't know how long you spent curled in a ball, willing yourself to wake up. But you didn't want to stand idly by while waiting for these.. these monsters to come looking for you, either.

Sliding out of bed, you quickly went to the door to check it, finding it unlocked. Which is odd considering you were a prisoner..

Back tracking, you slowly approached the floor length mirror across the room, taking in the damage. Even though you were bandaged up, it was plain as day where you were wounded, as blood seeped through the cotton patches and wraps.

Gingerly touching the two on your neck, you took in the rest of your wan, pale appearance.

Wasn't someone helping me before?

As you thought back on it, there was a person taking care of you while you were coming to. Would they help? It's possible they aren't like the ones who attacked you. After all, what killer would give you tea? Maybe they would help you escape..

Swallowing down your hopes before they get too high, you explored the room. At first, you assumed it was themed specifically in an older style, but now you could see that it was almost like a collection of things from several time periods and cultures. Chinese fine china displayed next to a Walkman. A french vase filled with coins from all times and all countries by the look of it. Rapper bling necklaces wrapped around the artworks neck.

Raising a brow, you couldn't help but notice the 1950's pin-up calendar with scantily clad women, and the modern playboy one right next to it, hung up above a beautiful statuette of a Grecian woman.

“I'm sorely judging whoever’s room this is..” You grumbled.

You turned to take in the rest of the room, but instead of the weird collection aesthetic you were expecting, all you found were books and the bed. What must have been hundreds of books. Put away on shelves, all stacked on one-another. New ones and old ones alike. Some scrolls and some parchments.

Ok.. So the pervert likes reading.

You spot your dress and jacket you were wearing before, resting on one pile of books. The jacket was a goner for sure. Stiff and completely saturated with blood. But the dress was still mostly clean aside from the dirt and smell of alcohol from when you must have spilled on yourself.

Quickly sliding it on, you had to laugh to yourself. They even grabbed your heels that you thought you left behind.

Yeah, fuck that. You weren't about to try and sneak out and run for it in those things again.

Padding to the door, you softly pushed the handle until you heard the faintest click. After a brief silent moment, you peaked your head out, scanning the area.

It seemed like an ordinary house except.. More weirdly random decorations. As you made your way down the hall, you even spotted a pinball machine in another room. Next to work out equipment.

The house was dead silent, however. Giving no hint whether anyone was home. All that could be heard was your uneven breathing and the slight creak of a floorboard every now and then.

Taking the steps two at a time, you went downstairs and turned a corner, finding yourself  the kitchen, which you assumed was where they.. Where they fed from you.. Shuddering and feeling nauseated, you unconsciously scratched at your neck, continuing through the silent expanse.

You were just beginning to think you were home free once the front door was in view, but then you spotted a figure sitting in a chair just off to the side of the door. As if they were waiting for you to make a run for it. He just blinked, unsurprised.

“I was just-”

“So you are that stupid.” He simply stated. Entirely deadpan.

All you could do was gape your mouth like a fish before he was already in your face. Intense silver eyes staring a hole right through you.

“Where exactly did you think you could run to? From us?” The black haired male mocked. Clearly thinking little of you. Backing up against the door, you eyed him wearily, watching as he stuck his tongue into his cheek, annoyance clear in his piercing eyes.

His skin was soft perfection like the others, looking more like a painting than a person. His exotically almond eyes aglow with their silver coloring. Black hair standing out against the white. He was startlingly beautiful.

Like a black widow.

Reaching for the handle behind your back, you managed to slip out just as he reached for you, his fingertips brushing against your back.

In your head, you imagined a grand escape, running like a rabbit away from wolves. However, the reality was much different. More pitiful.

The bite on your thigh stung as your muscles worked, attempting to run down the porch and the stone paths, but more like hobbling. The getaway being made only more difficult once you ditched the path, running over rocks, pine needles and sticks with your bare feet.

You could just cry in frustration.

When you heard him approaching from behind, you began screaming, trying to call for help even though you couldn't see any other buildings in sight. Only forest and the lake.

“Shut it!” He snapped, just before you were bulldozed to the ground, a much larger body over yours, pinning you down, then picking you up off the dirt despite your thrashing, kicking and screaming.

“I got her, Yoongi.” The new stranger bit out as he tried to subdue you, carrying you back to the cabin they were holding you in.

“Oh, yeah. Looks like you have a real handle on it.” The shorter one with black hair, Yoongi, commented with sarcasm dripping from his tongue. But not arguing further, he walked ahead of the one carrying you, hands in pockets.

“Let me go!” You screeched, clawing his brawny arms.

“You should be grateful I caught you instead of Yoongi, you know. He wouldn't have held back.” He grunted, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, giving you the perfect opportunity to jab him in the ribs with your knees, earning a resound swat on your ass from his gigantic hand.

Yelping, you stilled. The stinging making you freeze up until you were inside, being thrown down on the floor of the living room with a loud -oof-

The one standing over you brushed his fingers through his soft brown hair while glaring down at you. His towering muscular figure intimidating you to the spot. He was young, but with masculine features. Looking like a jock or Calvin Klein model as he clenched his teeth, his cheek and jaw muscles flexing under the soft flesh.

“So you managed to catch the fish, hm?” Another gigantic male questioned, entering the room. This one, also with black hair, was more matured, his fair-skinned face statuesque.

What's with all of them looking like masterpieces? Why can't they be as hideous as they act! You briefly thought to yourself, looking between the two would-be models with disdain.

The taller, older male kneeled beside you, making you flinch as he reached for you. “Shh little one.” He murmured, plucking a stick from your hair. “Y/n, was it? I'm Jin.” He then gestured to the muscular one. “This is Jungkook.” When you didn't respond, the muscular one, Jungkook, huffed.

“We should get her back to Namjoon's room before the others see her out here.”

“You're right.” The one named Jin nodded in agreement before standing, then looked about for the 'others' they were so concerned about.

Jungkook held out his hand, clicking his tongue when you didn't take it. “Come with me, or you get fed to my friends.” He sighed, rolling his eyes.

Taking the offered hand, he had to pull you up himself because you were too weak, then you limped after him, anger seeping through your bones and frustrated tears forming in your eyes.

You were so close.

Or was I? Did the attempt even matter? Would I have been caught, even at my best? But you knew the answer. You remembered how the blonde angel toyed with you in the park. How he could be all around you all at once with no effort. Any normal escape attempt would just end up the same way. With you getting grabbed when they wanted to grab you.

Once you were back in that initial room, the brunette left you with a nod, locking the door behind him. As you heard the click of the lock trigger, you slid down the door, tears falling from your eyes.

You were tired and sore and bloodied with disappointment and fear wracking through you. All you wanted was to go home to your friend's house and put on your sweats, eat all the ice cream you could handle, and go back to when your ex was your only nightmare. Now, you were living in a real one.

You weren't sure how long you had been crying, but you must have passed out because you were jarred awake by the door suddenly pushing you over.

“What the-? I give you my bed for a day and sleep in the study on the sofa, and you just sleep on the floor? Seriously?” Namjoon complained, shaking his head before pulling you up to your feet.

Before you could mumble a reply, he began pulling you out of the room. “Let's go meet the boys.” He announced, dragging you, sputtering and pulling, all the way through the house to the living room, where he practically threw you to the floor.

As many times as you've been thrown at it, they might as well get this over with and make you a rug..

The one named Jin entered the room after you, a steaming bowl in his hands, carefully setting it on the coffee table. “Really, Namjoon..” He admonished silently, helping you sit up and ushered you to the bowl of what looked like, chicken and rice soup.

Glancing around the room, various familiar faces were scattered about. You felt like a fly caught in a web as all predatory eyes watched you curiously. Namjoon took a seat in the living-chair behind you, making the nerves on the back of your neck tingle.

“Since she'll be here with us for a while.. Assuming you don't kill her too quickly.” He paused, as if pointing stares. “We might as well get to know each other a little better.”

Jin nodded at you in greeting, a friendly smile on his face. “You know me and Jungkook already.” He gestured to the brunette who was sitting on the love seat, legs strewn over the blonde angel, playing on some portable game.

“We've met, but my name's Jimin, beautiful.” The blonde winked, leaning over the younger male's legs to send you a flirtatious smirk.

“Call me Suga.” The one they were calling 'Yoongi' muttered, half interested from another living-chair across the room.

Then, with a bright smile, the one who made your skin crawl slowly approached, squatting beside you, peering at your cringing face. “We met too, remember? Name's Hoseok.” He licked the corner of his lips as his sunshine smile faltered to a more sinister smirk, brushing his finger to his lips thoughtfully as his eyes landed on your lips.

“Then there's V, upstairs. He doesn't come out much.” Namjoon commented from behind.

When you didn't say anything, the silver fox's booted-foot landed squarely on your upper back, nudging you. “What do you say?”

Well, if you were going to die eventually..

Defiantly, you raised chin high and glared at each individual who was placed casually throughout the room.

“Nice to fucking meet you.” You hissed.

[welovekpopscenarios]

Cliches (Jimin x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: Jimin request. He's the nerd at school and is unpopular and is bullied. Your popular and don't really pay attention to him even tho he try's to get your attention .Your boyfriend cheats on you and you fall and turn for the only person that has been interested in you from the start jimin

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Fluff, bit of angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: language

Word Count: 3040

Authors Note: Wow, what’s this? An actual story from me? Who would have thought because I’m such a disappointment amirite lmao. Thank you for the request! No hate to Jongin btw lol his name was the first that popped into my head. Hope this is ok since I kinda tweaked it a bit, and happy reading! I hope I can get back into the swing of things after my absence.

It’s debatable as to whether everyone loves or hates a cliché; but I think it’s agreeable that everyone hates being a cliché. Which, unfortunately, is how Jimin’s life ended up. As Taehyung had put it – the nerd who’s in love with the popular girl, the girl loved by everyone, the untouchable. Jimin gave him a swift punch to the shoulder for that one, he wasn’t a nerd, just…on the quieter, more introverted side. He may value my studies more than going out, but that doesn’t mean he’s a nerd, does it? (Taehyung begs to differ, but what does he know, he goes out all the time so of course he’d look like a nerd to him).

But, as much as he hates to say it, it was painfully true. Jimin was unmistakably in love with one of the most popular, most beautiful girls of his school. And while it normally wouldn’t stop him from talking to her or being her friend – after all, a person is a person, no matter their status – the fear of talking to a girl way out of his league, a girl surrounded by less than friendly faces, stops him from ever making a move, keeping interactions to the occasional heart-melting smile thrown his way in the halls, or the sweet little hello you say when you take your seat in front of him in your history class.

The pain is doubled by the fact that you have a boyfriend that you love undoubtedly, spending every moment possible in school with Jongin, arguably one of the douchiest, most self-centred assholes to grace the halls of this miserable institution. Well, that was according to Jimin. But no one really disagrees when he says he’s a horrible person, and a person completely undeserving of your never-ending love and care. You don’t deserve someone who brushes aside your opinions, who ignores you in favour of his phone, who blatantly stares at others girls asses while he’s unworthily graced with your presence, your light, your smiles…Jimin could go on and on for hours, honestly. (He has, but Namjoon had given him a whack on his head and told him he’s distracting him from his homework.)

You deserve someone who will always listen to your fears and worries, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you close to whisper sweet words of encouragement when you need it most. You deserve someone who will give you their undivided attention, for only you matter in the world to them. You deserve someone who will treat you like the queen you are, the most important person in the room and the only one who should be looked at.

Jimin could be that guy, if only for the stupid social classes keeping him at an unreachable distance, even when you sit as close to him as you do in history class.

“If you stare at her any longer flies are going to fly straight into your mouth,” Yoongi groaned from his position beside Jimin in the cafeteria. It was a dreary Thursday, stormy conditions forcing students to spend their only bout of freedom inside the confines of this prison so kindly labelled as ‘school’. The cafeteria was alive with chatter despite the gloominess of the rain pelting against the windows and the basic greys of the walls, students busy conversing about whatever gossip they had to share.

At Yoongi’s comment, Jimin shook his head and shut his mouth, returning his attention to the greasy fries the cafeteria offered as an excuse for lunch, and picked at them with his fork. Yoongi was obviously right, he had been staring at you, the only colourful thing capable of lighting up this room, shining brighter than any diamond possibl-

“Are you even listening?” Namjoon asked, and once again Jimin was caught off guard, jumping slightly at his voice and looking up at him with wide eyes. Namjoon scoffed in amusement. “You look like a deer that’s about to get run over. You have it bad.”

“I do not,” Jimin muttered indignantly, pushing his tray of fries away disinterestedly.

“Yes, you do,” Yoongi countered, rolling his eyes when Jimin pouted at him. “As Namjoon was saying, why don’t you actually say something to her other than a hello? You’ve talked to her before, I don’t get what the problem is now,” Yoongi rose a brow, his dark eyes zeroing in on Jimin who wilted embarrassingly underneath his heavy stare.

Yoongi wasn’t wrong. He did talk to you before, quite a bit actually. Years ago, when you had both started high school and were young, you had been paired up for a science project and worked together on creating a poster about the respiratory system for two weeks, and Jimin considers those two weeks to be both a blessing and a curse; for while he had fun and fell in love with you during those two weeks, he hasn’t been out of love with you since then. And despite getting along great, you both had never talked to one another since that project, instead staying on friendly terms.

“The problem is, is that she already has a boyfriend-“

“He’s a dim-witted dickhead,” Yoongi interrupted, smirking when Namjoon laughed around his sandwich at his alliteration. “She can do better, and you’re better. All you have to do is talk to her.”

Jimin sighed and scratched at his brow. “It’s not as easy as that, Yoongi,” Jimin mumbled, tired of hearing the same conversation over and over again. “Please just drop it.”

Namjoon gave him a look of pity while Yoongi just sighed and redirected his attention to his phone.

“All I’m saying is, you’re way better than Jongshit, you’re kind and smart. Everyone knows this. If she can’t see that then she’s as stupid as he his. All you have to do is talk to her, and she’ll know you’re the one for her. But fine. If you don’t want to talk about it, then I won’t bring it up. I’m sick of trying to tell you at this point. It’s been years, and if you’re content with pining for the rest of your life, or living with regret at not knowing what would have happened if you had just made a move, then be my guest. I’m not gonna help you anymore,” he ridiculed, and Jimin’s face burned hot in humiliation and anger. Yoongi can really get under people’s skin sometimes.

Noticing the growing tension at the table, Namjoon cleared his throat after sipping his water bottle, and brought attention to himself.

“I almost forgot to ask, are you both still coming to the dance on Saturday? It’s supposed to be a dance to raise funds for charity, everyone’s going,” he asked, eyes flitting between the two boys seated across from him. Yoongi shrugged indifferently, which could mean anything – it was Yoongi after all, but Jimin looked uncertain, biting at the skin of his plush lips and furrowing his brows.

“I don’t know…I don’t have a date…” he said quietly, running his fingers through his hair and grimacing down at the surface of the table. Namjoon chuckled lightly and shook his head.

“You don’t have to have one. No one cares if you don’t bring one to this dance, since it’s only a small one for charity. None of us in the group have dates, surprisingly. Not even Tae,” Namjoon laughed in disbelief, Yoongi huffing in amusement. “We were just going to go as a group, as friends. That’s what most people are doing anyway. So, you in?”

As a group? That didn’t seem so bad, and Jimin didn’t have to stress out about finding someone to go with him. Plus, he’ll probably see you, looking all pretty and elegant in a dress, dancing and swaying your hips to the beat, you’d catch his eyes and smile at him, beckoning him over by crooking a finger with a sultry look in your eyes…

“Y-yeah,” his voice cracked, and Namjoon choked on his spit from laughter. Even Yoongi laughed loudly, eyes crinkling at the edges at Jimin’s misfortune. Jimin cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’m in,” he spoke deeply, eager to rectify the situation.

“Ok, we’re meeting at Hobi’s house at seven, don’t forget,” Namjoon informed after his laughter died down, gathering his things and standing up, slinging his bag over his shoulder just in time for the school bell to ring throughout the cafeteria and drown out the sounds of students groaning. “See you in English.” And with that, he shuffled out of the room with the rest of the students, Jimin and Yoongi quick to follow. Sparing one look at your form as you made your way down the halls with Jongin’s hand placed dangerously low on your back, Jimin sighed and headed into his geography class, the rain still going heavy outside.

It's amazing how, with a little preparation and creativity, someone can completely transform an ugly, smelly gym into a beautiful venue for people to have fun in. The ceiling had streamers and decorations of various shades of blue thrown around, the occasional silver being tossed in and adding a shimmering effect to the large room. Tables were set up around the edges of the room, offering classic bowls of punch and other non-alcoholic drinks issued by the school to keep teens quiet and peaceful. Glitter covered nearly every surface of the room possible, glowing as the gleam from the flickering disco lights hit it. People were up dancing in the centre of it all, leaving no room for Jesus as Jin had put it, grinding and moving as the cheap DJ blared the latest hits found on radio stations once everyone had paid the small fee at the entrance and settled in.

And where was Jimin in the middle of all this?

Leaning quietly against the farthest wall next to Jungkook, sipping on punch from a red cup as he watched the commotion in the room, eyes trained on your form as Jongin dragged you to dance and grinded uncomfortably into your hips from behind.

God, he really regrets agreeing to come.

He thought dancing might make him happier, and so when Hoseok asked him to come to the dance floor, he did. But that was quickly dashed when he found himself stuck in the heart of loud teenagers dancing sloppily, clearly having drunk too much of whatever they snuck into their drinks. So, retreating back to the edge and joining an equally bewildered and uncomfortable Jungkook, he was somewhat content to stay there until it was a reasonable time to leave. At least the money he paid will go to a good cause.

“I want to go home.”

He looked over to Jungkook, who looked annoyed at the loud music and screams filling the gym. Jimin nodded in agreement, sipping at his punch before answering Jungkook.

“Same, it’s not really my scene. I’d rather be at home, I still haven’t caught up with the newest episode of Game of Thrones and I’m sick of trying to avoid spoilers,” he laughed.

“It’s just too intense in here, so many people are drunk. I saw the guy from my chemistry class – Taihee – he had a bottle of vodka hidden in that huge jacket of his. He probably isn’t the only one,” he mused, biting the inside of his cheek and looking at the dancefloor with wide eyes.

“That’s what happens, I suppose. When you’re young and want to have a good time,” he replied, eyes finding you once more. You looked so beautiful tonight, as you usually do. All done up, dancing without a care in the world and smiling that gorgeous goofy smile you have that makes Jimin’s heart beat faster than the speed of sound. If only that heart wrenching smile was aimed at him, only for him.

“I think it’s kind of stupid,” Jungkook said, shifting his weight and crossing his arms. Jimin looked over at him anew, a brow raised in question. “I mean, do you have to drink to have a good time? You can have fun in other ways,” he sneered, tutting when someone fell over onto their ass in their drunken stupor.

“That’s some people’s way of having fun, I guess. Some people just prefer to drink,” he countered. He heard Jongin’s loud, annoying laughter in the background even over the music, but elected to ignore it. “In my opinion, I agree, though. There are better ways to have fun. Ways that don’t harm people.”

Jungkook laughed. “Always thinking of people, Jimin,” he beamed, laughing harder as Jimin scowled playfully and turned back to the throng of teenagers dancing. Scanning the crowd for you, his stomach drop when he realised you were no longer in the room after searching three times.

But he did notice Jongin groping some girl instead of you.

Jungkook was saying something to him, most likely about the new Overwatch update, but Jimin excused himself, claiming he had to get air. Really he just wanted to look for you. Because while he thought Jongin was a sleazeball, he didn’t think he’d have the gall to dance with another girl like that in front of you.

Exiting the back doors, Jimin found he did have to look long, seeing you curled up in a ball behind the shed holding the sports equipment. As he walked closer, he realised you were shaking, sobbing uncontrollably into your folded arms, and his heart broke. He never wanted to see you like this, you should never be like this, and never in his life had he wanted to punch Jongin more. He hesitated to approach you, but you heard him, lifting your head up to expose your mascara stained face, furiously wiping at your tears in a vain attempt to get them to stop.

“Are…are you ok?” Jimin asked lamely, and he winced at how stupid he sounded. You sniffed and nodded rapidly.

“Yeah, I am,” your voice was shaky, and you laughed weakly, “it’s just, men are assholes. No offence.”

Jimin chuckled. “None taken,” he answers, moving tentatively closer. When you didn’t object, he sat down beside you, keeping his gaze on his shoes in front of him as he stretches his legs out. It’s quiet for a moment except for the occasional sniffle from you, until he breaks the silence again. “Want to tell me what’s wrong? Might help you.”

You remain quiet, gathering yourself, before blurting: “Jongin cheated on me with Dohee. And he kissed her right in front of my eyes. And he wasn’t even sorry about it.” Finishing your sentence, you broke down into more sobs, and immediately Jimin pushed his nerves away and brought you close to his side, wrapping his arm around you and pushing your hair behind your ear as you hid your face in his chest. He whispered little reassurances in your ear as you cried, endless tears never ceasing.

After a while, when your weeping had died down to muffled whimpers, Jimin spoke up.

“I know it might not mean much, but do you want to know what I think? I think you deserve much better than someone like Jongin. You deserve the whole world, and all the love in it. You’re so incredibly kind, and sweet, and so very beautiful it almost hurts. You’re one of the greatest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, and Jongin is crazy for making the mistake of doing this. If he’s too blind to see the incredible girl he had, then he’s better off not having you at all. He missed out on having a queen by his side. It’s his loss. You deserve someone who treats you as if you’re their whole world.”

You went still underneath his arms, and Jimin had a sudden lapse of fear, afraid he overstepped his boundaries. You slowly released yourself from his hold and regarded him with glassy eyes wide in wonder, mouth slightly agape. He gulped under your stare, eyes shifting nervously around as he waited for you to say something, anything.

“Jimin, I…thank you. Thank you so much,” you laughed, smiling a watery smile at him. “Jongin never said anything like that to me before, I never knew how much I needed to hear it before you said it. I…wow.”

“Y-you…you know my name?” he asked in amazement, and you gave a louder laugh, that marvellous smile of yours on your face properly this time and Jimin nearly fainted at the fact he caused it.

“Of course I do, we were partners on that project in biology years ago. I always see you in the halls too,” you informed, pausing in thought. “I always wondered why we never talked after the project, I really liked talking to you.”

What was that sound? Was it angels singing? Was it horns blaring? Was it drums beating? He was pretty sure the drums were actually his heart hammering in his chest at your words, and if he were standing, he was almost certain his knees would have given out and allowed him to drop to the floor. His mind was foggy, a different kind of drunk overcoming his senses than the type teenagers in the gym were experiencing right now, and this feeling must have been responsible for the confidence that flooded his veins in that moment, for he knew his next words were something he’d never say on a regular day.

“Do you want to have lunch next week? With me? You can choose where we go, I just…” he trailed off, lost in your eyes and skimming across your lovely features. Features that turned slightly apprehensive at his suggestion, causing that confidence to leave his body like water rushing from a tap.

“It’s…it might be too soon for anything,” you started, and disappointment filled Jimin’s core, but it was quickly replaced by confusion when you smiled at him. “But, I think we have a lot of catching up to do. So, why don’t we continue this conversation at the burger joint near school?”

Jimin hates clichés. He really does. But the cliché in which the popular girl goes out with the school nerd?

Now that’s a cliché Jimin doesn’t mind.

[ma-sulevin]

Masterpost of Universes and Fics

An explanation of my two universes, the characters involved in them, and all fics associated with each one.

Rebloggable version. Parked version here.

I have two universes that I write in: canonverse and the self-indulgence AU.

Canonverse

Warden

Harea Mahariel. Dual-wielding rogue. Romanced Alistair. Became Arlessa of Amaranthine and then lived in Kirkwall for a few years where she had a brief relationship with Anders.

Fic: Harea is the star of my first fic, Scars Beyond Counting (E) over on AO3.

Sequels: Tell Me a Story (G) and The Childer Scars (T).

Drabbles & Prompts:

“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” Harea and Alistair playing Wicked Grace.

“Mm…your kid before five in the morning.” Harea and Alistair in some domestic bliss.

“I will always be there to protect you.”

Harea finds out that Alistair is afraid of birds, because “swooping is bad.”

“Kisses because I missed you and you really shouldn’t stay away so long.”

One headcanon that breaks your heart.

One headcanon that mends it.

Anders and Harea first kiss

NSFW - Prison Cell prompt; Harea x Alistair

NSFW - At camp, by the fire; Harea x Alistair

Snowman, featuring Harea, Anders, and Duncan.

Mutual pining for Harea and Anders.

Only one bed + pining for Harea and Anders.

“I’d like it if you stayed” for Harea and Anders.

“I found a weak spot on you!” for Harea and Anders.

“I think it’s time we stopped avoiding the obvious” for Harea and Anders.

“Kiss me” for Harea and Anders.

Drunk texting between Harea and Anders.

“Imagine if person A of your OTP scares person B (during Halloween) so badly that they cry.” for Harea and Alistair.

“Don’t you say that… not you.” for Harea and Anders.

“You knocked on my door at 1 am to cuddle?” for Alistair and Harea.

“Nothing has ever scared me more than being with you.” for Harea and Anders.

“We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about” for Alistair and Harea.

A situation where Anders is sick and Harea doesn’t know how to take care of him. Harea and Anders.

The way you said I love you: from behind a closed door for Harea and Anders.

All Hearts Day: Alistair & Harea

All Hearts Day: Anders & Harea

Desperate kiss. Anders & Harea.

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” Alistair & Harea.

“You’re so cute when you pout like that.” For Alistair & Harea.

“And slowly… I was forgotten.” For Anders & Harea.

Hawke

Thea Hawke. Two-handed warrior. Romanced Isabela. Became Viscount of Kirkwall (briefly) and gave Cullen his lip scar by punching him in the face when he came to take Bethany to the Circle.

Drabbles & Prompts:

“You smell nice” for Hawke and Isabela.

First kiss for Hawke and Isabela.

A moment’s respite for Hawke and Isabela.

“Is it possible to love too much?” for Hawke and Isabela.

Blooming Rose and first “I love you” for Hawke and Isabela.

Roleplay, sex toys, and Blooming Rose for Hawke and Isabela. NSFW.

“May I have this dance?” for Hawke and Isabela.

Neck tie adjusting for Hawke and Isabela.

“Your date was a bust, but I think you’re cute” for Hawke and Isabela.

All Hearts Day: Hawke & Isabela

Inquisitor

Asha Trevelyan. Rogue assassin. Romanced Cullen. Antivan.

Fic: Her canon story is still being worked on, but she’s the star of my sex dream AU “Into the Valley of Dreams (now complete) which gets five scarves fluttered in shock out of five (if I do say so myself). Also on AO3.

Drabbles & Prompts:

Happy Halloween.

How Asha deals with an “inappropriate yet tempting proposal from a rather dashing-looking noble.”

“Kisses because I don’t want you to go and maybe I can convince you to stay just a few minutes longer.” for Asha and Cullen.

NSFW - doggy style in the War Room for Asha and Cullen.

NSFW - oral sex in the stables for Asha and Cullen.

NSFW - in front of a mirror for Asha and Cullen.

NSFW - beneath the stars, sex still clothed for Asha and Cullen.

“A fairytale with a happy ending always beings a smile to my face.” for Asha and Cullen

“A fluff chapter” for Into the Valley of Dreams. Really just Asha and Cullen playing chess in the gardens while the UST tries to kill them both.

Self-Indulgence AU

My second universe is what I’ve been calling my self-indulgence AU. It started pretty simply; I just decided I wanted to make myself in Inquisition’s CC. I made a little backstory for my character. And then I sat down and started writing and ended up with a 25 chapter fic. I like to think I’ve inspired several other people to write their own self-indulgence AUs. It really is a lot of fun, and it’s a good exercise to write DA stories from someone other than the Inquisitor.

Warden

Sophie Amell. I actually made Sophie long before I started this self-indulgence AU, but she fit in perfectly with the theme. She’s a battlemage from the Fereldan Circle who romanced Alistair, but after he became king, they broke up and she ended up in Amaranthine just in time to romance Anders and Nathaniel.

I affectionately call her fic “Sophie fucks her way across Ferelden” because she has four canon romances, all men I’d let into my pants in real life.

According to DA lore, this branch of the Amell family had four children, all mages. I discuss Sophie’s siblings (including pictures of each of them) in this post.

Fic: She has an older story that I wrote for DA polyamory week 2016, which you can also read on AO3. I’m also working on her main story The Life and Times of Sophie Amell, which you can read on tumblr or on AO3.

Drabbles & Prompts:

“I’m really drunk, please help me.” for Sophie and Anders.

“This is probably a bad time, but marry me?” for Sophie and Nathaniel Howe

“Hope we don’t get caught kiss” for Sophie and Cullen (pre-Blight).

“I know it’s three in the morning but I can’t find my cat” for Sophie and Anders, starring Ser Pounce.

All Hearts Day: Sophie & Nathaniel

“Fight me, you attractive stranger.” Nathaniel and Sophie.

Drabbles & Prompts involving Inquisitor Sophie Amell (otherwise known as Sophie as Inquisitor):

“Great. Perfect. Nice. Fuck this.”

“Pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

Hawke

Gavin Hawke. A storm mage. Romanced Fenris. Somehow became friends with Cullen before fleeing Kirkwall.

Drabbles & Prompts:

A reunion kiss for Hawke and Fenris.

Inquisitor

Nora Lavellan. Rift mage. Romanced Solas. Ran off with him at the end of my fic The Fire and the Flood.

Fic: Nora has her own short, four-chapter fic that goes along with Fire called In My Blood.

Drabbles & Prompts:

A stolen kiss for Solas and Nora.

Waiting impatiently for something for Solas and Nora.

NSFW - in ruins, dom/sub for Solas and Nora.

NSFW - rookery, doggy style for Solas and Nora.

NSFW - library rotunda + breath play for Solas and Nora.

“May I have this dance?” for Solas and Nora.

One falling asleep with their head in the other’s lap for Solas and Nora.

“Gingerbread” for Solas and Nora.

NSFW - where they can be overheard for Solas and Nora.

Mutual pining for Solas and Nora.

“You’re such a tease!” for Solas and Nora.

Accidentally sleeping in for Solas and Nora.

A love bite and a massage for Solas and Nora.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” for Solas and Nora.

Heavy kissing in a garden for Solas and Nora.

The way I said I love you: In a Letter

The way you said I love you: in awe, the first time you realized it for Nora and Solas.

Freckle dusted shoulders in the soft glow of veilfire.

OFCs

The real stars of my self-indulgence AU are my original female characters. There are two main ones, Rose and Ceri, and a new addition, Nis.

Rose Wedgwood. Storm mage, spirit healer specialty. She was in the Fereldan Circle when it fell during the Blight, but she survived up in the Harrowing chamber as blood mages slew almost everyone else. She had a huge crush on Cullen before the Blight, but his actions directly after the Circle was saved by Warden Amell made her afraid of him. When she runs into him again in Haven where she’s working for the Inquisition, they have to navigate old feelings and old fears.

Fic: Rose’s main fic is my longest yet, The Fire and the Flood. I’m also kind of working on a modern AU for her, where she’s a researcher at the CDC.

Drabbles & Prompts:

One falling asleep with their head in the other’s lap for Rose and Cullen.

Fireplace for Cullen and Rose.

Mistletoe for Cullen and Rose.

Caroling for Cullen and Rose (modern AU).

“Person A gets way too drunk at the tavern and makes an ass of themselves in front of person B” for Rose and Cullen.

“Did you just… finish?” for Rose and Cullen.

“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed.” for Rose and Cullen.

Holding hands for Rose and Cullen.

Sharing a bath/swim for Rose and Cullen.

“Imagine person A of your otp is waiting at a restaurant for their date and is obviously being stood up and person B notices this, just before person A gets sick of waiting and gets up to leave person B sits with them, and even though they aren’t who person A was waiting for they end up having a lot of fun and hooking up.” for Rose and Cullen (modern AU).

“Imagine person A of your OTP coming home from the gym all sweaty. Person B sees this and instantly gets turned on.” for Rose and Cullen.

“I just want you to be happy” for Aurora and Rose.

Cullen consoling Rose after a nightmare.

“Are you jealous?” for Rose and Cullen.

All Hearts Day: Rose & Cullen

“Let’s just kiss already!

"We’re actually being kind of silly for once” kiss

“You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

Ceri Adaar. Ceri is an unusual character as she’s a Vashoth who was orphaned very young and was taken to a Circle. They didn’t realize she was a Vashoth at first, they just knew she had ice magic. She had a hard childhood growing up in the Ostwick Circle, made more bearable when she met her templar lover, Eva. When Eva died during the rebellions, Ceri set off on her own across Thedas. She joined up with a merc company for a while before ending up in Haven as another healer. She romances Rylen.

Drabbles & Prompts:

“Your date was a bust, but I think you’re cute. Want to hang out?” for Ceri and Rylen.

Slow dancing for Ceri and Rylen.

“Ignore me; I didn’t see anything” for Ceri and Rylen (guest starring Rose and Cullen).

Pregnant Ceri.

More pregnant Ceri.

All Hearts Day: Ceri & Rylen

Linise “Nis” Tillahnnen. Dual-weilding tempest. Another unusual character, as I’ve written her both as the Inquisitor and as a part of the self-indulgence AU.

As the Inquisitor, (which is NOT her canon) Nis volunteered to take her sister’s place in the Conclave. Her sister, the clan First, was a few months pregnant and Nis wanted to keep her safe. Even after she wakes with the anchor, she’s still thankful that her sister is alive and well, and that her little nephew was born healthy.

As a member of the self-indulgence AU, Nis has a darker story. She’s a Dalish hunter who was away from her clan when slavers attacked. Those the slavers didn’t take, they killed and burned. She tracks the slavers, but loses them when they board a ship in the dead of night. When she returns to the place her clan was lost, she sees the Chargers and tries to defend her home from them before she knows who they are.

Bull invites her to join the Chargers, and she does. The rest, as they say, is history.

Inquisitor or not, she romances Krem.

Drabbles & Prompts:

The way you said I love you: “Too quick, mumbled into your scar.” Inquisitor.

The way you said I love you: “Over and over again, til it’s nothing but senseless babble.” Inquisitor.

“I either want to kiss you or kill you right now.” Inquisitor.

Literally anything with Krem. Raunchy if you’re comfortable with it.

Face riding KremQuisitor. NSFW. Inquisitor.

“A kiss we had to wait for.” Inquisitor.

“I don’t have the words right now, so here’s a kiss.” Inquisitor.

“You know damn well why things are the way they are.” Inquisitor.

A sexy touch in a not necessarily sexy place. Inquisitor.

“Krem teaching [Nis] how to read.” Canon.

“I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.” Canon.

Krem approves +9000. Canon.